Category Archives: Cats and dogs

The Many Faces of Want

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Everyone always wants something.  Everywhere I go.  Want, want, want.

Monster ⬇️ – he wanted my last night’s pre-supper snack (mini cheesey biccies) accompanying my zero alcohol lager while I waited for supper to finish cooking.

Plan B. The Attack – basically endless amounts of indignant shouting alternating between promising to be my friend.

Apparently my BFF ⬇️.  This is “cupboard love” at it’s very worst.

Pepper just did sulking resentfully.  Those eyes make it impossible not to feel guilty.

And then there is Lambie’s helpful, yet silly, face.  I had scattered Animal Crackers on the ground and the sheep had just about finished them.

“You have more biscuits, you say?”

Bert’s has a gorgeous begging face.  Again, it is hard to resist.  I would give (feed) him the world if he wanted.

Lambie’s tactic is to get out his best Winning Smile, Longing Look and wave a front foot at me.  The front foot waving means Lambie really, really, wants whatever I have of calorific nature and then I dig into my pocketses and give him a secret biccie, if I have one.  I didn’t.  There is probably a special place in Hell waiting for me now. I have to live with myself.

The Vegetables

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A short blog because I am exhausted.

Again, my Saturday was my Friday and I went to Turriefield to weigh, pack and label vegetables for distribution.

I find it a bit discombobulating when I swap days and so I spent the rest of my time thinking it doesn’t feel like a Saturday but am I wrong?  Still, there were enough of us volunteers and everything was packed and ready to go out by lunchtime and I left clutching this week’s vegetables plus some odd carrots for the ponies.

After a nice lunch with friends at the local church café I went home and made my usual daily sheep for selling later.  The stock is building back up, albeit very slowly.

And suddenly I feel exhausted.  I don’t feel I have done much but I could easily not cook supper, have a bath and go to bed.

But I don’t have that luxury.

I still have to transcribe two weeks of the Diaries (1956 now) every evening before I can give up completely.  Meanwhile, I dreaming of my bed and being asleep.  Maybe it’s just a blood sugar dip and I need a medicinal Tunnocks tea cake!

Me, Me, Me!

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It is always me, me, me with Monster.  Never anyone else.

He was on full annoying-cat mode yesterday afternoon while I was trying to work.

He got in the way, he wanted attention, he wanted what I was working on and he wanted to take up as much space as possible and I wanted him to stop.

“Am I in your way?”
“Yes you are, mate!”

So, realising he wasn’t going to stop or go away, I cleared a space at the end of my table (which is not easy) and encouraged Monster to go and look out of the window.  He shuffled off grudgingly.

And eventually Monster settled and I thought that was it and got on with my work, again.

But Monster wasn’t going to enjoy himself, (as long as I knew) or settle.  He had other plans for me.

After a bit more annoying, and getting in the way, I evicted Monster from my work table telling him it was his basket or nothing now.  I could take no more.  Yes, I could’ve let him out but Pepper was itching to follow and run away.

So, Monster grudgingly (again – he does a good grudge) chose the basket.  It was a snug fit but at least he gave me some much needed peace and quiet.

Next time I’m not opening the door to my shed. I am too nice.

Asking, Always Asking

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I took this photo on Sunday evening after we had finished supper.

Nothing is ever wasted here, and OH was busy stripping the roast chicken joint for any meat before the bones were made into stock, ready for another meal.

Monster had already stolen OH’s chair at the table and was hopeful, always hopeful.  Everyone got a piece(s) except for Pepper who has a bad reaction/intolerance to chicken.  She got a pile of her biccies, which she adores so didn’t really mind.  I think she now understands that chicken makes her miserable and ill.

Breakfast today was a windy affair.

And then very rainy so I spent some of my morning attacking the 1985 Diaries – tidying them up and making the format similar to the one I have at last settled on 75 years later!  It hasn’t helped either that WordPress changed their methods too.

I still can’t read some of the diary pages.  If you fancy a stab at it, let me know your results.  All help is most welcome.

Later in the day, waiting for me on my doorsteap were the ducks who were asking for their tea.  Everyone always asks for something around here.

And then ‘Ster appeared too.  He was asking for biscuits – obviously.

As was Gussie.  He does love a biccie.

Pepper was optimistic she might get something.

And Monster was asking to be let out.  My family are very communicative.

Rabbit Rescue

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We were doing the chores this morning when Pepper arrived with a baby rabbit in her mouth that looked very dead.  I told her the command “dead” and she immediately (if grudgingly) dropped it at my feet. Luckily I had a bag of chopped carrots for the ancient horses and ponies’ buckets so I give her a few as a thank you.

Baby bunny twitched and now looked alive so I picked it up and looked around for a baby bunny safe place while I finished the chores.

The hay-filling container was perfect – deep and full of comfortable hay.  I put baby bunny in there and went back with my work (first warning OH not to use the container as he would crush little bun).

 

Chores done and we put Pepper away in the house.

Baby bunny seemed ok and not damaged.

But where had it come from?  I didn’t know so decided on putting bunny by my shed to hop under. I know another family of bunnies live there and I’ve read Watership Down so am hoping they will adopt bunny and show it how to get home.

Bunny didn’t move for a while so I gently put my hand under and it hopped away under the shed.

Hopefully everyone lethal is contained at home.

Later Pepper went for a walk on a lead so she couldn’t go and find baby bunny again.

Oh yes, Pepper, I know exactly what you are capable of.

And just now, I looked under my shed and could see no baby bunny evidence so I am going to tell myself it is now tucked up in bed happy and well, feeling a little surprised from the encounter with Pepper.