Dawn Prawn Chorus

Fish pie making with the tall one always entails a certain amount of yowling with gusto on my part when the delicious pink worm things are doing circular routes in the microwave.  As you can see it is noisy time well invested.

Gentlemen Callers

Part of the garden fence blew down in the gales before Christmas so I have enjoyed having a peep hole into the exciting wild land down the public footpath where passing cats like to take their morning constitution. This has proved most fruitful as I've managed to make several felines seize up rigid with fear just by glaring at them from my viewing position atop the pond.  Fluffy the tabby was captivated for a full 20 minutes by my menacing gaze until she legged it down the other side of the fence.

Unfortunately activity out the front has proved less salubrious. The lady opposite seems to have had rather a lot of strange gentlemen callers and the tall one thinks she may be operating a business as a lady of the night.  Zounds, we can do without that.  The phantom pooper is still operating in the front flower bed. I was also ignomiously bundled into my cat carrier for my annual injections where the vet lady enquired about my constipati*n in front of the tall one, what humiliation.