Morning…Son is feeling sorry for Winston the rabbit with these cold nights so for the second night on the trot he has spent it inside not out. He vacated his double storey mansion with night time ground sheet covering to take up new but hopefully temporary night time diggings.. a cat litter box in a bedroom of our centrally heated house, just in case he gets a wee bit chilly!
Husband feeling sorry for me and “I’ve got too much to do!” so took me to buy a Christmas tree. Feeling sorry for himself and his hurting shoulder he promptly fell asleep on the sofa! After decorating the tree and doing housework my back went so I felt sorry for myself. Son needed picking up from Windsor and having done three shows in one day I felt sorry for him…husbands sorriness for anyone disappeared so he wanted him to catch the train.. its down to me! I asked husband whilst I was out chauffeuring to empty the washing machine and when I got back an hour later you guessed it…sigh…yes, he now needs to go to the Dr on account of failing shoulder, ears and brain…we are officially a pair of old crocks!
Afternoon…please add to Dr’s list for husband, failing legs and arms! I cannot see why else a large cardboard box was left at the back door for me to trip over instead of opening the door and putting it in the recycling bin just outside. You never know what might get inside the box and get thrown away…
What is it with cats and the places they find to sleep in or on?
Not sure there is a part for a CAT in Fiddler On The Roof..
Friend- We’ll find one!
Friend- Bit crowded on the roof!
Friend- Tiddles On The Roof!
Mother -In -Law- Fiddler And Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
Friend- ooo, I feel a musical mash coming up! Animal themed.
Husband- Fiddler On The Hoof, The Sound Of Moosic,
Husband- Whiskers Down The Wind, Camelot
Friend- Feline On The Roof
Me- A Tail Of Two Kitties
Friend- Purr Chance To Dream
Friend- Please stop!!!