Not Happy

We shall Maybe Never Know what OLAHF was thinking of when it so studiously kept rolling in the dead leaves under the hedge. Yesterday it was pushed, rustling and protesting, into its carry-cage and taken to the Kitty Kare Centre. Returned several hours later in a completely foul mood. But very very clean, shampooed and brushed. And rather smelly. In an almost interesting Just-Been-Washed way. TB thought it smelled interesting too and got heavily swatted on its nose for getting within range. Went and sat in the garden and rubbed its nose with a grimy paw.

OLAHF also went and sat in the garden - On the other side - and muttered darkly to itself. And snarled if anyone got too close. TYK offered a small mouse it had been saving for a rainy day but even that was rejected.