Kitty Tail

Ah.
Hot, so collapsed at top of stairs this morning. Not the best idea as John trod on my tail, tripped and swore. So did I.

Spent the morning watching the baby blue tits play on the small fountain - The smallest one kept sliding down the edge and knocking his brothers off. The others were having a shower, apart from the idiot who tried standing on top of the fountain. Must have tickled his fancy.
She gave me fish again this afternoon. At least this time it was trout. I licked the jelly as usual and left the rest. The chickens sure must lay some interesting flavoured eggs since They give them everything I leave in my bowl. (Must remember to leave a dead rat again some time soon.)

The magpies have a brood hidden somewhere close. Not a good idea to search too closely though 'cos last year they got me from behind. Just wish they wouldn't shout so loud when I go out for my early morning ablutions. And it must be hell for Him and Her at 5 am. Followed by Fred. Such a dismal song he has. If it were mine I would shut up rather sooner.

This evening everyone is watching the footie. Why? There are so many much more interesting things to do. Maybe Him and Her are too old. Should I show them interesting bits to scratch perhaps?