Day 122 - The gang is melting.

True to her word Baggy has let the gang have the day off. Well pretty much all of them. Creative Clara has been hard at it. Blogging. Writing a new instalment for her www.channillo.com journal series. Tweeting. She even got retweeted today. By a proper blog promoter. And liked by proper authors. And followed by people with thousands of followers. Clever Bird still has no real clue how twitter actually functions but clearly her little chirrups are getting out there somehow.

She had to boot The Domestic Goddess into some activity too. After all Baggy does need to eat. Rather a lot in fact. So meals were required. Oh and lots of cups of tea of course. But her biggest achievement of the day was lighting the fire. She may for once have over achieved here. The sitting room is causing Baggy to have a permanent hot flush. And this time it is absolutely nothing to do with Hormonal Hannah. The temperature is positively tropical. Mind you, to cool down Baggy merely has to step through into the kitchen. The for once, vaguely warm, but certainly not hot kitchen. When that doesn't work either, she just heads to the Arctic a.k.a. the bathroom. Poor Minty Mutt doesn't quite know what to do with himself. he's not too impressed that other than feeding them Furry Mama has been rather neglectful today. No walkies. She'll make it up to him tomorrow. Raining or not. Hormonal Hannah will make sure of that. She's been beating Baggy up over it all day.

Furry Mama does wish she knew why Hinge cat a.k.a. the low-slung one is still pooing all over the house. Well, she thinks it's the Hinge. She hasn't actually caught her at it. The size of them! They're big enough to be Minty Mutt's. They're not though. He asks to go out. Pretty sure it's not Bracket kat either. Clever Bird can't believe she could have something so big in her! And they're not Baggy's. Pretty sure she can't have something so big in her either. And in any case she's not on the laxatives anymore, so she's over that stage. So it must be the Hinge. But so far today: one sausage on Mint's bed. One chipolata on the bath mat near the loo. One saveloy on the bath mat by the bath. A further enormous sausage on the bath mat by the shower. How? How can one cat (even if she is huge) have so much poo in her? It's just wrong! The only good thing is that the mats and Mint's bed are really easy to wash. So yep, The Goddess has had to wash too. But Baggy just cannot get cross with the world's cutest cat. Furry Mama just hopes she isn't poorly. At least she likes the heat. She's currently about six inches away from the fire on her back as usual........