We are fami-l-e-e…

We are a family of three – four if you count my mum, which I suppose we should as she provides the food and cuddles.  Me and the cats get on well most of the time, like here in the evenings when I lounge against a sofa and Marley squashes into his box of the moment.  Cleo, as usual, is upstairs comatose on a bed.  Doesn’t venture down often and when she does she’s all mouth, never shuts up.  None of us knows what she’s on about.  After food and out, what is there except cuddles from our mum which she gets every night, curled up against her in bed?  Diva!

Tiptoe through the…daffodils!

We have sun which means the spring flowers are blooming in our park at last.  I had to do a close inspection, too close according to my mum who was furious when I charged through the bed of daffodils.  I listened, got down real low instead and rubbed my chest and tummy in them.  That was wonderfully cooling on a hot afternoon.  I’m sure Mum was happy with that.

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Spa day

I look like what – a shaggy rug, and I have chrysanthemum paws???  I’m truly insulted!  Taking myself off with the lovely Tracey of Dial A Dog Wash for a spa day, the full works – wash, dry and a super trim.  I’ll give her chrysanthemum feet!

Before

After

How smart is this?  Curly topknot gone, pedicure completed and all my spots on show.  I smell gorgeous too – anyone for a cuddle?

 

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Waterproofs for me and my mum

We sat out in the yard in glorious sunshine yesterday but this morning it was pelting down so it was waterproofs for me and my mum as we went to meet friends for coffee.  Wellies for her too but by the time we got to the café her trousers were soaked through.

I know I was very lucky to get a walk at all because normally my mum avoids heavy rain.  Plus I had toast with her friends.  I like coffee get togethers very much.

Ready for the rain and with my Aunty Diana

Today we went to the Crab and Waltzer

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One rule for cats, another for canines!

Seems there’s one rule for cats but a completely different set for canines.  My mum has been visiting family and friend in Ireland so I’ve been staying with the Irish aunt who was also feeding the cats.

Turns out Marley has put on quite a bit of weight while she was away – but has been rumbled.  The Irish aunt mistakenly fed him two days’ rations EVERY day so he’s eaten a staggering two kilos of fresh meat in eight days, plus kibble and anything he could (and did) steal from his mate Cleo.  No double rations for me!

He’s been buttering up to our mum something rotten since she came home, obviously wanting the increased diet to continue.  But she’s having none of it.  He’s actually oozing out of the shoe box he’s so fond of.

I’m pleased my mum is home and she says she’s missed me a lot.  I’ve been getting loads of cuddles and romps in the park.