Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Ever since the water companies announced a hose pipe ban it's done nothing but rain. I didn't used to mind so much when I was younger, but if it's really bad these days I just want to go home and get re-acquainted with the radiator pipes and my bed with its cosy mattress. 'Her Indoors' isn't terribly keen on the rain either, but she does have a strong sense of duty, so out we go. I can't say her language was terribly choice this morning when the wind blew her umbrella inside out just as she was picking up my offerings. Honestly! Still, I put her out of her misery by looking wet and pathetic; it wasn't difficult, so we could go home. She insists on shutting me out in the lobby until she's had a chance to rub me down with kitchen roll. I have to say, I quite like it; what male wouldn't. I particularly like having my head done, especially around the ears. I like to finish it off by rubbing the bits she's missed on her jeans. That does the job. I don't like her drying my paws though, it interferes with my capacity to make patterns on the floor in the kitchen. I need to express my artistic nature. I'm not sure she understands.
Posted by Blog Writer at 09:50