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Boy do I ache.
Been in the garden all day. First of all I did the hanging baskets and the tubs for the front of the house. The hanging baskets have surfina petunias in them and the tubs are stuffed full of geraniums. Then I did the weeding of various bits. Finally I attacked the long grass on the banks of the stream. This led to conflict. Of the feline variety.
In the long grass the cats love to play hide and seek. It also gives them little hidey-holes to bask in the sun, unseen from prying eyes. I am not popular - Waffles has shown her displeasure. As I was cutting the grass, Waffles refused to budge. She looked at me with that look and became glued to the ground. I ended up cutting the grass around her - carefully. No amount of cajoling, shaking of the treats' tin, swearing, stamping of feet would get her to budge. Every time I got to one of her hidey-holes with the shears - like greased lightning she would appear and become rooted to the spot. I pointed out that by cutting the grass, the mousies would be easier to spot. She looked at me with that, "You are stupid" look.
To rub salt into her wound, Francis got to the last bit of long grass before Waffles could. As I arrived there ready to cut it, Waffles appeared to claim her place. Much to her surprise, the space was already occupied.... and the occupant sprang out at her, when she wasn't expecting it. She ran off and assumed the "If in doubt lick the fur" stance and gave me the look of death. Francis was rolling about peeing himself laughing at Waffles. Waffles got her own back - she strolled off to Francis' food bowl and promptly threw up a hair ball in it.
Don't you just love cats?
Me, I just ache from head to foot with all the exercise.
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