Memory and The Missile

There are times when She has a totally accurate photographic memory. Having learned the cause of the pong She washed and disinfected the carpet from living room to back door - in exactly the places where there had been small drips. Remarkable.

OLAHF is continuing in its Life's Chosen Mission. The Freds and Fredettes are so fed up with being charged down by an out-of-control fluffy missile with no brakes and blinded by the fur in its eyes that they wait on the barn roof until it has thundered past then fly down to eat in peace until such time as OLAHF has come to a halt, turned around and started again. Thankfully for OLAHF it is no linger icy so it doesn't disappear down the bank with such regularity. Still takes several seconds to stop though.

A Goose has arrived. Shall sit atop its (large) cardboard box in hope. More in hope than anticipation however.