Bonjour!
It's been another great week here!
Everyone is in a good mood due to it being warmer.
The squirrels and birds have been very busy, meaning there has been so much to watch through the window! I find myself walking past the glass en route from my bed in the bathroom to my food bowl, and getting distracted by some kind of activity in the tree outside.
I followed a squirrel up a tree the other day. But then I made the mistake of looking down, and got a little scared. I let the squirrel run on up the tree, and hung where I was for a while, trying to redeem myself and look cool, before taking the leap back down to earth and thankfully landing OK on all four paws.
Grey made the same mistake a few days later - the squirrel goaded him/her (I will go with Grey being a her for now) by running up and down the tree trunk as she clung to one of the branches before managing to jump onto the garage roof.
It's a bit mean of the squirrels I feel - a joke is one thing, but leaving us poor cats stranded up a tree is taking the joke one step too far.
Just like Black and Grey, the neighbouring kids have also been allowed out now spring is in the air.
I am not too sure what to make of them - on the one hand they stroke me and pay me attention, and Albie's do love attention; but then they also scream and shout and are generally noisy, which I am not as keen on.
I am not too sure what to make of them - on the one hand they stroke me and pay me attention, and Albie's do love attention; but then they also scream and shout and are generally noisy, which I am not as keen on.
Oh oh!
Next door have started having barbecues again!
Albie's love barbecues!
Albie's love the next door neighbours!
Although Albie's do not love the next door neighbour's dog, Chester...
Next door have started having barbecues again!
Albie's love barbecues!
Albie's love the next door neighbours!
Although Albie's do not love the next door neighbour's dog, Chester...
The warmer temperatures mean I am moulting.
In fact, it has been over a month and there is no sign of an end to my coat shedding. R is constantly wiping the cushion covers so any visitor doesn't leave with a white patch of fur on their dark trousers. I think this is a bit over the top to be honest, I mean, that fur served me well; it's top quality fur and, if you are going to wear clothes, then I think our visitors would be glad of a bit of free coat.
The only trouble is my fur, together with the dust from having the windows open (it has been warm enough to get some fresh air in the house!), do make me sneeze somewhat...
All that fresh air and excitement of having all my friends back in the alley means I am pretty tired come the evening, and am more than ready to curl up on R's shoulder on the sofa for a good snooze.