The never ending trim

I need a trim, says my mum.  AGAIN???  Yes, I can tell by the hair sprouting out of your paws, she says.  Luckily, because there’s not too much regrowth and she’s getting the hang of it, we were done in about ten minutes.

It’s very hot today so she waited until the sun had moved then set to.  Even so, she was boiling by the time she’d finished so we retreated inside.  The cats have been indoors all afternoon, snoozing on human beds.  I’m not allowed to do that, huh, not even with all that hair removed.



Phew it’s hot!

We’re having a heatwave here in Whitley Bay and my mum and me are spending half the day soaking up the sun in the back yard.  Well, to be honest, I’m lying in the shade while she soaks up the sun cos with a fur coat it gets mighty hot in the open.  I was a bit on edge cos she didn’t sit and read today, she was shifting plant pots about and sweeping up leaves and sand which I bring in from the beach.  Every time I was comfy she came rattling round to where I was.  Didn’t know where to lie down with all the busying.  Then she went for a massage and brought back some more plants so I decided to keep out of the way and slept on the cool tiles in the hall.

I’m getting back to normal – hopefully – and had a couple of runs down the street which were great.  Lots of sniffs in the hedge, a cat or two to chase (don’t tell Sherry!) – freedom!