Summer's Arrived!

Well, we cats don't think much of wet weather, and this year in jolly old england has been rubbish since April. Rain and more rain with barely a warm evening. I'd nearly given up going outside at all when.... wait. I speak too soon; for it is August now and suddenly it's warm and sunny. Now it's worth washing my ears...' that's more like it!' I thought.

I'm settling into a new routine to take advantage of the more amenable weather. I've developed a liking for staying out all night poking around in the garden and hedgerows... 'have to be a bit careful because Mr Fox and his offspring turn up every now and then. They're always on their way somewhere else it seems, but sniff about my lawn for any scraps of left over bird food. Well I normally just stare at them defiantley, though once I made a playful run towards one of the smelly critters and, to my horror, he lay down in a challenging pose facing me. Doh! I didn't feel so confident then so I did a runner.

I've developed this head on one side stare at my housemasters when they get up in the morning. It works wonders for getting breakies without delay. It's my soulful eyes that do it I think.