Ouch

Checked the netting over His repeatedly replanted baby onions most thoroughly. Firmly pegged down everywhere. So tried, gently and carefully, to lift one corner with a delicate claw. (Was so very thoughtless of Him not to remember that Myself sleeps between the rows.)

What Is Wrong With Him? Saw. Shouted. And lobbed a big clod of earth. Ouch. As almost always His aim was spot on.

Went to lie on His seedlings in the conservatory but the door was shut. Only thing left was His newly washed grey summer trousers. Luckily the garden tap leaks so was able to make My paws nice and muddy before settling down.