The Game Is Getting Out Of Hand

TYK requires some education. Not content with the 3 stroppy blackbirds (now extremely tatty) it has taken to attacking the chickens. Myself, TYK, and everyone else, know it is All Just a Game, but the chickens are Not Convinced. Scatter in all directions when the tiny yellow bullet appears, cackling and flapping wings mightily. When He finds out He will be somewhat annoyed. (Mental Note to discuss this with OLAHF. When it stops racing around at topmost speed for a moment.) Was rudely awoken by a scream last evening as She was preparing dinner and Myself was snoozing in My comfy basket. The cause was TYK. Which had climbed up Her leg to see what She was doing.

Yesterday She cleaned out the kitchen fishes but rejected all offers of help. Naturally checked them after She had finished but She had put something in their water and it tastes Most Peculiar.

My tail has grown a covering of white hair over the sorely bit so will venture outside this afternoon when the sun has rid Us of the chilly mist.