A few days ago me and Jaffa learnt Judo. It's great fun as we take it in turns throwing each other to the floor. It is best upstairs as the satisfying thumps as we smash each other down are much louder than on the tiles downstairs.
Went out a couple of times a day or two back and found it a bit of a trauma. Twice. The first time, I was just pottering on the step and one of the slaves made the ice crunch at the same time as Coco jumped down from the bird table so I ran in and hid. Only the slave didn't realise that and when he couldn't find me in the house (I was in my favourite hidey hole behind the fridge and under the dishwasher and was so traumatised that I wouldn't even come out for biccies) he spent the next half hour wandering round the village shaking the biccy bag and shouting for me. Even the second slave joined in the search. So after a while, I felt a bit sorry for them and popped out demanding food being as they had taken the trouble to get the biccy bag out.
So I tried again later, just as I poked my nose out of the door, a loud car went past. That was it. I decided that I would stay in.
Anyway, this morning, I didn't go out either, when the slave opened the door something weird was going on. There was water coming down from up in the air and most of the snow had gone so it looked really different out there. I was a bit worried and decided to spend the rest of the day with my nose up my bum.
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