Wet

Still raining all day yesterday but TYK was undeterred and shouted and bellowed at the top of its tiny lungs. Several times. Then gurgled and stopped when She threw the contents of the jug at it. By the end of the afternoon there was silence. Maybe it is learning Not To Do It. (Had a sneak look through a hole in the fence and it was just sitting there on the path, wringing wet and with drips falling from its soggy whiskers. Why?)

And He was in trouble last night. Came in from the garden and trod on the damp patch left after OLAHF's Mistake With the Butterfly. Unfortunately He had mud all over His shoes and dinner was rather late as She spent more time cleaning that particular spot. This morning it is much much cleaner than the rest of the carpet and She is murmuring about carpet cleaning men.