Bonjour!
Me again!
Cool, eh?
Cool, eh?
R is re-editing her book so called on my services to write a post for you. The book is about her me. I think it should be about me me. Albie!
It's that illness, ME. I don't mind her suffering from it to be honest with you as it means she is nearly always in the house, so I get company and a warm comfy thing to sit on whenever I want. She is more fussy however and doesn't consider having ME to be a good thing.
Each to their own.
It's that illness, ME. I don't mind her suffering from it to be honest with you as it means she is nearly always in the house, so I get company and a warm comfy thing to sit on whenever I want. She is more fussy however and doesn't consider having ME to be a good thing.
Each to their own.
But hey, whilst she's on with that, you get me. She gets to edit. I get to talk about me. Everyone's a winner!
I cannot believe I missed the raccoons the other day! I was outside at the time, but me and Grey were having dinner out, courtesy of a neighbour's bin. Raccoons would have been so fun to play with! Although, just between you and me, I might be a little scared if I actually came face to face with one. A few nights before their appearance on the roof I was woken up by them having a fight outside. It woke R up too, but she went back to sleep. I however couldn't get back to sleep and was on guard all night. I was then in a bad mood the next day, which R and T remarked about.
Apart from writing this, I have been made to work around the house alot recently.
I know, harsh!
To be honest, I enjoy the tasks and, as long as I get to sleep and eat too, well that's all that matters.
I know, harsh!
To be honest, I enjoy the tasks and, as long as I get to sleep and eat too, well that's all that matters.
I have been on guard to protect the household from rodents. One evening, when R had gone to bed, I heard a gnawing sound coming from the skirting board against the brick wall in the living space. I jumped off the chair and went to investigate; and on closer sniff, could tell it was a mouse - or a rat. How to get to the little critter? That was the burning question.
As I was trying to figure out the answer, R came striding into the room, turning the light on whilst growling my name. It sounded almost as though she thought I was responsible for the loud chewing noise! As if I would ever chew anything...
She saw me on guard by the wall and came and had a peer too. I was overjoyed to have company - a real team stakeout! She turned off the lights and we sat there for ages as the gnawing stopped and then started again.
T came back from work just after midnight to find us both sat there in the dark. The look on his face when he found us was a picture!
I don't know quite why he had that reaction: I mean, we were just sat there in silence, in the dark, gone past midnight, staring at a now silent wall. What's wrong with that?
As I was trying to figure out the answer, R came striding into the room, turning the light on whilst growling my name. It sounded almost as though she thought I was responsible for the loud chewing noise! As if I would ever chew anything...
She saw me on guard by the wall and came and had a peer too. I was overjoyed to have company - a real team stakeout! She turned off the lights and we sat there for ages as the gnawing stopped and then started again.
T came back from work just after midnight to find us both sat there in the dark. The look on his face when he found us was a picture!
I don't know quite why he had that reaction: I mean, we were just sat there in silence, in the dark, gone past midnight, staring at a now silent wall. What's wrong with that?
Rodents haven't been the only pest to enter the apartment. The other: flies.
I have been appointed Chief Fly Catcher so much of my time has been taken up getting rid of flies. R will insist on leaving the back door open (OK that is mostly to appease me) and then the flies come in through the open door, making me run all around the apartment; mostly when I am wanting to sleep. Sometimes I enjoy the game, at other times I find it very annoying, especially when I am tired but cannot rest until I have eaten the buzzy thing.
I still haven't really learned to love the taste, but have to eat it to keep the place clean and tidy. R and T would not be pleased if there were dead flies all over the place. It is my duty, as Chief Fly Catcher to leave no traces.
I have been appointed Chief Fly Catcher so much of my time has been taken up getting rid of flies. R will insist on leaving the back door open (OK that is mostly to appease me) and then the flies come in through the open door, making me run all around the apartment; mostly when I am wanting to sleep. Sometimes I enjoy the game, at other times I find it very annoying, especially when I am tired but cannot rest until I have eaten the buzzy thing.
I still haven't really learned to love the taste, but have to eat it to keep the place clean and tidy. R and T would not be pleased if there were dead flies all over the place. It is my duty, as Chief Fly Catcher to leave no traces.
We've had a few days of rain, which I told R to turn off but she wouldn't.
Instead, she went off, leaving me outside in the torrential downpour! I was not impressed at all, and told her so for the next hour when she finally came home and let me inside. Disgraceful behaviour!
Instead, she went off, leaving me outside in the torrential downpour! I was not impressed at all, and told her so for the next hour when she finally came home and let me inside. Disgraceful behaviour!
But then we had some sunshine, and T and R cooked outside again. Being the way things are at the moment, it was me who ended up looking after the food:
All that work at least means I sleep soundly at night. Well, when the raccoons aren't fighting outside and the rodents aren't gnawing inside...