Now we have a different rodent in the house as we pet sit the Irish cousins’ hamster, Cheeks, while they are on holiday.
Cheeks by name, cheeky by nature says my mum after he bit her while she was hand feeding him. She yelped and there was a LOT of blood. She said if he did it again he would be cat food. What, I don’t get a look in? Not that he would be a big meal but he would make a tasty snack.
He came with a shiny green ball which he can wander around in. That gets the cats’ interest, I tell you, as he bumbles from one room to the other. My mum had to chase him cos he was heading for the open front door.
I’m used to him so I ignore his exploring but the cats, especially Cleo, are fascinated. Cleo definitely fancies a snack!
More wildlife drama when a young herring gull appeared in our yard. We’re used to them sitting on the chimney pots, flying over the house and squawking 24 hours a day but we have never had one strutting about our yard. Strut may be a bit of an exaggeration because it was a scared baby which must have taken a leap from a rooftop nest nearby and been unable to summon the courage or momentum to fly out.
Adult herring gull
I got a shock, I tell you, big bird like that. Even though it was a youngster, still with its brown feathers, it was bigger than a pigeon and its parents were screeching overhead so straight away I yelped for my mum.
She’s clever, my mum, knew exactly what to do. It tried to hide behind plant pots but she cornered it, threw a teatowel over it and lifted it onto the summerhouse roof where it might be less scared and manage to fly. It spent an hour or so mooching around the roof before the whole family disappeared, presumably to safety.
You would never have know what had happened if it weren’t for loads of poop on the flagstones…
Such an exciting day. First we went to the playing fields and I showed my ball chasing and catching skills then, unexpected treat, the lead comes out again and I’m taken out by my mum for coffee with friends.
I wasn’t allowed in the cafe but I got lots of fuss, especially from one of my mum’s pals who is a big fan of mine, and passers-by. Mum and her friends scoffed scones, cakes and brownies while I had to make do with a paltry bowl of water. I was allowed one tiny taste of brownie which hardly touched the sides and, though I made an impassioned plea for more by whining loudly, it was all gone.
I made a big effort to walk nicely on the lead on the way back cos I know that, if I don’t pull, I may get taken out again for coffee. Though I really think I deserve more brownie for my efforts.
LOL, not me, Marley the cat! I’ve better things to do, like recover from my morning run in the hot weather. Mum thought he’d spotted the mouse as he scurried across the room (yep, still got it, traps and cats have failed) but he was simply wanting to watch Maria Sharapova playing at Wimbledon. Not sure whether he was spying the ball or her legs!
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Panic and excitement in the house today after Marley brought in a live mouse – and let it go. My mum was not pleased.
She had gone to make some lunch and when she came back she found Marley stalking the sofa, trying to get round the back and generally making a big fuss. He spent an hour pacing back and forth, scrabbling under one end then the other. If he’d asked I could have helped. I am a sniffer dog, after all.
My mum managed to lift the sofa at one end and the mouse scurried out – but the Marls wasn’t quick enough and it scuttled under the bureau. Marley set off in hot pursuit, there were lots of squeals and we thought he had it cornered. She decided to leave them to it and we sat in the yard in the sun for a while.
We came back and Marley is in the middle of the room, nonchalant expression on his face. Had he caught it and taken it outside; could we rest in peace? He toyed with his home made catnip sock (he and Cleo are utterly spoilt; I never get handmade toys) but then had a couple of noses under the sofa and bureau.
Mum lifted it again – no mouse. Marley seems to have lost interest now and gone back outside. But we still aren’t sure whether the house is a mouse-free zone…
I am in disgrace. I may never be taken on a picnic again. Mum prepared lots of lovely food so we could eat al fresco near a favourite pub and I messed up. Big time.
It didn’t start well because I was so excited that I tugged her out of the car and hurtled towards the pub so fast that she couldn’t keep up and had to let go of my lead. That’s a no-no. I’m still head down in embarrassment when we sat down and, with all the stress, had to relieve myself. NOT against the table she yelled. Oops, another mistake.
She put the picnic bag down on the grass and started on her drink while I perused the other people and their dogs. Then it happened – I don’t know what got into me – I raised my leg again and peed against the picnic bag! She was incandescent, snatched the bag and started yelling how I was a disgrace. Seems there’s already a ‘p’ in picnic.
There was more. The bag went straight in the washing machine when we got home but, while she took out the food containers, she forgot about the red paper napkins; they disintegrated in the wash and the bag came out covered in red blobs. I may have to lie low for some time.
Mum went out today for coffee with friends and left me in charge…of the summerhouse! The sun was shining and it was really warm so she said I could stay outside in the yard but she would leave open the door of the summerhouse in case it got chilly. It’s June but it can still be a bit cool. Mum complains on the beach when there’s wind as it cuts the temperature by several degrees. I don’t notice, of course, being covered in fur.
It stayed lovely and warm but I lay on the rug anyway, just to show I was the boss. My mum was ages, far longer than it takes to have coffee, so when I heard the car pull up I made a big noise so that she knew I hadn’t been neglecting my duty as yard guard. I sound quite frightening if you don’t know me; there’s some power in my bark I tell you. Mum isn’t frightened of course and just tells me to shut up. Which I think is very ungrateful since I’ve been protecting the property while she gossips and shops the afternoon away.