Back to normal, though still scared

Back to normal, though there’s not much to tell. I had an altercation with Milady Mip this morning, she insisted on going out when I left for work. She let me chase her through half the garden before I could catch her, then she didn’t like being carried by the scruff and turned spitfire. I got a lovely new gash on my arm for my trouble! Fortunately she ran ‘home’ – of course the door was closed! I wouldn’t give Mewthos a chance to run out as well, now would I? Mommy turned up giving me a look “What are you doing to my daughter?” I shoved them both inside and went to work.

Back at home, the garden disservice had been – they had skipped a week, so it’s been three weeks … on top of the rains … the grass was blerry tall and they just chopped it. It looks awful! The whole path is covered with grass. They don’t mow it, they just cut it with a weed eater, so it’s as long as it had been tall and spread everywhere.

Oh, and I’ve got cosmos growing in every nook and cranny – the path is covered with them. Every pothole, every crack is sprouting cosmos. Our gardener has his work cut out for him on Monday! He wants to re-plant the cosmos and I know he’ll want to clean up the mess the garden disservice has left! I’ll try to spend some time cleaning at least the end near the flat. I also saw a lot of new sprouts of that horribly creeper grass in places where it has no business sprouting. So, I, too, have my work cut out for me.

For dinner today I took out the last piece of salmon – it’s steaming now with the potatoes. Should be good. The Mips have each been for their intensive cuddle session – first Lady Jane, then Mewthos.

Yeah, for those of you who believe cats hold grudges: Bollocks! Cats also never act out of malice – they don’t have any. That’s right: cats don’t have a single ounce of malice in them! None. Nada. Zilch.

They are, however, full of curiosity! Anything that moves – they must investigate! You can throw a pebble on the path and they’ll run to see what it is, paw it to see if it’ll move again – and sometimes they’ll try to pick it up.

And mine are the exact opposite of aloof! They can be happily napping anywhere – though usually within a meter of myself – and I get up and go to the bathroom. Blink: three expectant cat faces staring up at me! Everything I do is interesting to them. And I really mean everything! I go to take off my sock and they paw at them, sniff them, watch my every move. I wish they were a bit more aloof, more into themselves or each other than me.

Well, as soon as Ziva deigns to come back inside, I can go to sleep – I’m really tired.