Glad To Help

TYK obviously considers its Mission In Life is to Rid Us Of Rats. Having practised on the 3 Stroppy Blackbirds for several weeks and utterly annihilated their tails, it has promoted itself to the Hard Stuff. Spends hours on the allotment and leaves the corpses neatly for Him to dispose of. And 'tis only a small kitty.

This morning His Man Flu is still bad though She doesn't altogether agree. Especially when She has to go let out the chickens in the mud and mist. And Her welly boots with the lovely red flowers have split so Her feet get wet.

Went upstairs to help Her with the computer this morning. Couldn't quite see what She was doing so jumped up onto Her lap. Sadly the gap Myself was aiming for suddenly contracted and whacked Me from both sides at once. Landed Most Painfully in a regrettable Heap on the floor. But She scooped Me up (was not at that moment caring about any lack of dignity) and restored My status quo. (Education. Latin. Possibly.) Made Me a comfy nest in the top drawer by Her side and was highly appreciative of My efforts to assist Her pushing the little buttons.