Daily painkillers must continue for now; Scooter will be relieved, as he queues up each morning with the dog for that bit of pate, yowling loudly at me if I'm being too slow. Then he seizes his little lump of cheap supermarket delight, devours it greedily, washes my fingers for me, and returns seamlessly to treating me like the mad axe-woman who kills young cats. He reckons that I must be fled from at all times that don't involve treats from the fridge. Scooter can flee like no other cat I've ever owned. He thinks I'm dangerous; I think he's a dimwit.
The bad news (though not for me, sick of being restricted to short toddles round the block) is that the dog's exercise regime can be extended. We can go for longer walks, and in this weather, that's not a happy thought for a certain princessy little dog who hates the rain, the damp, the wind, the winter, the idea of doing anything outdoors for longer than two minutes.
The cats hate it too. Millie is considering hibernation, and is looking for a suitable cave.
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And I bet she thinks you can't see her?
I'm with Millie all the way. A nice cosy basket is the only solution when the weather's so dull and grey.
Yes, well, your bad weather has now migrated up here. I've just come in from choir, blown about, and now must go up to my mother's instead of retiring to my nice, unwindy and unwet bed.
Tell the furries that I sympathise.
I'm with Millie on this one . The prospect of going out once more in heavy rain and gale-force winds is appalling . I might look for a basket myself .
Looks like Millie found a suitable place to spend the winter - can't say that I blame her.
Glad the dog is doing well.
I'm with Millie, too. I hate winter!
It didn't rain overnight here, so I avoided getting up to mop,but I will be so glad when this terrible weather is over and the builders can carry on. Rupert's day bed is under the kitchen radiator,so that's where he is right now. I'm thinking of joining him.
Ha! I've got two cats - one is normal/small sized, and he sleeps on the kitchen chairs. The other is HUGE and fluffy, and prefers any box or surface that is too small for her, resulting in hang-overage and stick-outage and general hysterical viewing opportunities.
My word verification: "nomino"
Definition: The ability to choose whether one wants to play tile games or not.
Remind me - who is the basket case, really? And, what is the peach oblong in the bottom right corner of your header? I'll go and clean the varifocals incase that helps. Love to the doggie.
Ah yes, the peach oblong.... it defeated Roger, and it defeated me, and as Roger is MUCH more proficient than I in such matters, I've become resigned to the hideous thing that neither of us could get rid of when the photo was changed... I'm too scared to change the entire template in case I mess up and lose not only my own garbled prose but everyone's delightful comments. Advice, as ever, welcome!
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