It's raining cats and dogs. Cats. And. Dogs.
Skye was looking out of the window at the rain and asked me what that meant - and how heavy would it have to get for cats to come down. She likes cats. Especially Tinker, our cat. I told her not to worry - its just an idiom. So now she's in a right strop with me telling everyone I called her an idiot...
She might have a point. A deaf idiot at that.
As you can probably tell, we're all getting a bit fed up with the rain. The puppy was supposed to be going to agility today and that's off, Daisy is starting to look like a grubby snowball she's been wet and dry so many times, and Pie reckons she's going to need stilts to get about soon and how on earth will she hunt with those on?
I think Tinker is the only one who doesn't mind the weather. There's times that she and Skye both behave like they've no legs and now she's an old lady, she doesn't need to go out much. Come to think of it, I can't think when she was last out. Not this year, but Pie and Daisy said she definitely did go out last year. They saw her...or was it the year before...? Aha. Maybe she's not deaf then. - Skye heard that alright and hates us teasing the cat so we'll need to get going in a minute or so when she's on her feet. I'm sure zooming round the kitchen like lunatics for a while will make us all feel better, and its nearly supper time so there's not that much to grumble about really
Take care
Pip xxx
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