Those Horraces are getting totally brazen as are some of the frequenting song birds. Magnus Rex is out in the garden most days for a few hours, he is on a diet, so moving about is much healthier for him and keeping him neater and slimmer in the process. There is one Horrace that just sits doing his thing whilst his wife is feeding the kids back at the dray. He teases us cats and sits just out of paw reach and he rattles his tail as a warning. At the same time Mr Robin has been particularly feisty and flying so near to Magnus that a meow would knock him out, then, when Magnus jumps lazily for him, he hovers like a helicopter, then bounce lands and repeats his moves and Magnus Rex chatters with annoyance. Momma goes out about 7pm to lock up and Magnus Rex sat proudly on his scratch post, inside his house with Mr Robin sleeping next to him. We didn't know he had it in him, I guess if you tease a cat daily for weeks and you think he is your friend and you are on a diet, you also become the menu! Momma patted his big soft flat head and kissed his nose and told Magnus Rex in a silly happy voice how very sad it was and what a naughty but clever boy he was and promptly buried Mr. Robin in the flower bed with a heavy heart.
Because of the recent murder of Cock-sure Robin, no one has been able to have garden time now without supervision. A real shame as the majority of us are really well behaved. Faith and Lillibet are also on a trim and fitness regime after a winter slothing about in the office. They each have to lose about 200g just to give them each a waste. Faith will always have that 'extra skin' hanging about her - when it's in your genes, it's in your genes. Well, there was me, Faith and Lillibet out in the big garden and the rest of the house were in the communal garden. Only Elton kept making a break for it over the half fence to join us, but Momma was quick to untangle him from the wire where upon he raced about like a hooligan taking Gazoo, Sol, Mae, SaBreena and Filly with him in a fit of excitement skidding through the kitchen on the door mat and riding it back again like a magic carpet and each time they passed, Flaire grabbed out at them snarling her authority. The excitement was contagious as Faith began to join in and picked herself out a Horrace to chase and round and round the garden she whizzed with the Horrace just a jump and tail twitch ahead of her with the steely look of 'Try it Biatch, I dare you' on the Rodents face.
That made Faith full of herself all day and on and on she 'mepped' telling everyone how she chased that vermin out of the garden. The reality was short bursts of a wobbling black cat in high heels with her petty-coats hitched up to her ankles in a high tiptoeing gait as the Horrace stuck out it's tongue and sent raspberries in her direction. She was exhausted by teatime and so was the tired Horrace, who lay spreadeagled on the roof of the House of Fun laughing his tiny socks off. That was all too much for Gazoo, on a mad dash from the kitchen, up the wire section and randomly found herself on the same roof and took that Horrace by surprise. We all shouted our encouragement and she made the fastest dash, paws outstretched and a wild 'FREEEEEDOM' came out of her mouth like a strangles sheep as she pounced and dug her teeth into a frenzy of grey tail. That Horrace vanished over the roof with Gazoo following so closely Momma thought she would lose her into the wilderness forever. Luckily, the hose had just enough water in it to bring her down to earth with soggy bump. She was a devil to catch so I helped by chasing her along the fence, back onto the roof and down into the communal area. "It's Ok Momma, Good job I was there." She is a wildling that Gazoo. She is my family, I know how she thinks. With a sharp slap across the backside, she was in the house again whereupon I fell helplessly on the floor, unable to stand, squirming about for my applause and to be swept up and kissed....all of which happened and made me all squirmy and jolly.
Today is going to go at a slower pace, the Bank Holiday rains have come and we are all looking out of the windows at the pasty grey outside and allowing the Horraces to go about their day unscathed and there will be Sunday Mass for Mr Robin soul, may he rest in peace. Another thing that gets to rest in peace today is the tasty leg of lamb that ManSlave has brought home from the farm shop. It's their own lamb this year, Welsh Lamb, English grass. Mae had her first foray into what this is all about last weekend with a side of beef. I have stayed close to her teaching her the ways of the Sunday Roast. She had a sneaky lick whilst ManSlave was preparing potatoes, her tongue got stuck on the fatty bit so ManSlave trimmed it off and shared it between us. She is learning fast this little blue and white bundle of cuteness. I feel I can train her up quite well.
Enjoy the rest of your Hollibobs folks. With love from your QUEEN VEE =^..^=