Fury

OLAHF is fine thank goodness. (Well, sort of.) Was not a headache but an absolute hatred of wrens. (WHY?) It simply cannot stand the tiny things and wishes to rid the universe of every last one. Snarled and attacked when some fluttered down, paws flailing in the air, but totally missed. Which didn't improve its bad humour. Wrens didn't appear to mind much and just skipped neatly out of the way each time.

Sat there most of the day and couldn't catch a single one. By the end of the afternoon they had stopped coming - More out of exhaustion than self preservation I imagine - and the Great Hunter had reached a state of cataclysmic fury. How do they know OLAHF is incapable of moving as fast as they can. (Wonder if it is all the fur that makes it slow?)

Meanwhile She is joyously planning for a big meal with all the family on Sunday: Other Daughter (who knows better than most how to treat, stroke and scrubble Myself) is coming to celebrate her birthday. Things outside on the patio might be grim, but inside all is happy.