You may be wondering how I managed to find myself atop a 6ft fence? Well, I have been chasing me some Horrace youngangs and they are mighily quick and naughty and been teasing Lillibet and myself for the entire week. Lillibet and I are great stalkers and being chocolate on top, we hunker down on the wood chips and we are like a pair of hungry furry carpets. I have been chatting to ManSlave to see if he was willing to stick some peanuts to our backs to give us a fighting chance, but he said that would be daft. Pfft. Some help he is! they are pesky, these Horraces, they sit just inches from our faces and waft their tails across our sniffers which tickles, but neither of us can get up the nerve to jump on them because they make a rattling sound with their tails and chatter with their teeth. The only time we pounce on them, they just jump a few feet away and turn on us. Then, one of them RAN..... that was it, a great game of chase took place with a mad zoom around the garden and the baby Horrace was panting and heaving his chest in and out on top of the fence post and I made my leap and being not quite as agile I teetered on the 5mm thick featheredging and that's where that Horrace rushed at me, took a flying leap like a ninja and kicked me in the face and I tumbled over the fence.
Faith takes a much more laid back approach to being in the garden and occasionally takes a turn around the pathways, racing up and down at high speed, then out to the side garden for some much needed Orb Bathing under the sunbeds. It's very cool under there and we get to kiss Momma and lay under her shading sail and get in the way whilst she reads her book. Lillibet likes to lay on the slabs in the shade of the potato plants and watches the flying ants leave their nests. Momma thought it a good idea to lock us out in a trio to determine who was doing the widdling on the wheel and I have to say - I HAVE A CLEAN SLATE - it was not me 'this time', nope, it was Lillibet! How very naughty is THAT? Momma took her to see Vet Ali and requested her usual 18mth bloods for a health check which came back that she is in the peak of health. So, it looks like NCS (Naughty Cat Syndrome). Hmmm, Not like me with my crystals having an excuse, hers was sheer bulshy biatchness. In the mornings, she is put into the bathroom (as currently cooler than the office) and she has to use some special litter to check the type of wee she is producing and once she has used the facilities she can go out into the garden for a few hours time out. Well, we like to keep Momma on her toes!
Momma said we should name the new Horraces and because this particular friendly one only has one ear, I decided to call him Auris after the latin for ear and it sounds like Horrace if you mew it quickly. Momma said that I wasn't then allowed to catch him and lick him once he was named which is quite ashame really seeing as the oven engineer has been with our part from Germany to make the light come on again. I could have watched him bake until crispy for squirrel snacks. Momma makes us freeze dried tuna in her machine, I wonder if she would allow a few strips of rodent in there with her pear fruit leathers?
Until next week y'all, your Queen Vee =^..^=