Day 88 - Water!

It's been a wet old day one way and another. Furry Mama only got Baggy a little damp on their walk with Minty Mutt. It drizzled. She didn't have a hat on. Minty took her so far today. Over two hours. Trouble is, like Baggy, his mind is willing, his body - not so much. Baggy and Minty were beginning to wonder if they would get home before they ran out of steam. The usual stream stops were taken. Clever Bird worries that this can't really help Minty's hips. But he will insist on going in.

At least he decided to try to appease The Domestic Goddess by clearing the mud off his own stomach. The lad is very good at splashing the water up. Very, very cold water it has to be said. Bless him. Furry Mama has decided to take him to the vets next week for a bit of a chat and a check-up though. His hips are definitely a worry. Fortunately he loves the vets!

When Baggy's husband got home from his week at work, he arrived with a "present" for the cats. It was a water-spray bottle. The Domestic Goddess was impressed. The Furry Mama was not happy. But Calum is right. Clever Bird agrees that measures need to be taken to try to get the girls to stop scratching the furniture before the new (expensive) sofa and chair arrive. Needs must. It won't hurt them. Not that Baggy will be using it of course. Sorry Cal.

He filled it with water. Then decided to test its range and accuracy. ON THE HINGE CAT! Who was minding her own business, doing NOTHING wrong in the kitchen. Poor pudd-tat. Furry Mama was furious. She's a forgiving little sausage though. After a reassuring cuddle from Furry Mama she went and sat on Cal's knee. Baggy's husband is not a huge fan of soap operas. Creative Clara is. They are pretty much back to back on a Friday evening. Clara had control of the remote. Calum got bored. Started pointing the water spray at Baggy's ear. "I reckon that would hit you right on your ear". "People can go off husbands you know, don't even think about it" said Baggy. "But it would be a good shot". "Yes, you just keep yourself amused" announced big-mouthed Clever Bird rather patronisingly. Squirt. Splat. Right, as predicted in Baggy's ear. "Well you told me to keep myself amused. I did". Chuckle. Chuckle. "That IS NOT what I meant and you know it!" declared Baggy completely pointlessly as she dripped water everywhere! Furry Mama reckons the cats have more sense. They have not been anywhere near their favourite scratchy bits of the sofa. Nope, they'll just wait until Baggy and Calum are out of the house............