Up a tree ...

Nothing much has been happening the last couple of days, life has proceeded much as normal - sleep, biscuits, run around at high speed, poo in plant pots and so on. Jaffa has had a few mice. Fizz brought one in and we reckon it bit her as she meowed and spat it out. It ran behind the kitchen unit and Jaffa was the one that dug it out. I was really proud of her. The slaves flapped around a bit to try to get her outside but she quickly killed it under the dresser and ate it. It made a very satisfying crunching noise and she growled all the time to warn us the mouse was now hers.

I have been out a few times, poking down the usual holes and chasing stones that the slaves roll. I feel a bit obliged to chase them to keep the slaves amused and to reward them for the effort. Rose is a pain as she keeps attacking my lead.

I fancied doing a bit of tree climbing. The slave started wittering on about a website he has recently done for a tree surgeon in London. I didn't have the slightest idea what a surgeoun or London was si I concentrated on my climbing. I didn't actually leave the ground but did dig my claws in the trunk and think about going up. Maybe next week I will try it. Jaffa is good at climbing trees and she scurried around in the tree in the back corner of the garden, I was really impressed. Rose said that it wasn't really that impressive and ran around in the tree even faster than Jaffa. I think that she was just showing off but secretly it did look impressive too given that she is no spring chicken she still seems fairly agile!