Black day.

Once again Clever Bird spoke too soon yesterday, or jinxed Baggy, not sure which, but today she woke up with the black cloud hovering. So much so that she pulled the covers over her head and went back to sleep. She was rudely awakened at gone 11.00am by someone clumping loudly up the wooden, creaky, seventeenth-century staircase. Psychic Ploppo froze. Baggy's heart rate shot up, suddenly she was wide awake. No one was in the house, so who the heck was thumping up the stairs? She looked nervously over her quilt. Perhaps Calum was home. But Clever Bird realised that even if he was, he couldn't have got in through the bolted door. More clumping. Psychic Ploppo put Baggy's hairs on end. Clever Bird decided that it must be Minty Mutt, except that he never goes up the stairs at this house because they are too steep to get back down. And if it was him, he wouldn't have stopped halfway up. Baggy started to panic. Clever Bird heard more clumping and board squeaking. She decided she had better be brave and get up, she was just sitting up, when Hinge aka the low-slung one, hurled herself over the end of the bed! Furry Mama wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at how heavy her little fat cat must be to sound like a human coming up the stairs. Time to get up after a quick cuddle with The Hinge.

The black cloud wouldn't go away. Baggy took Hormonal Hannah's happy pill. Furry Mama fed everyone and called her number one furry for a morning chat, but she still felt rubbish. Then Clever Bird realised that it was nothing to worry about, Hannah is just having a dark day again, hopefully tomorrow will be better. Clever Bird had to force Baggy to get showered and dressed. By the time she'd succeeded it was gone 1.00pm. She watched a couple of soppy Christmas films, while trying to muster up the energy to do some more organising for the house move. But The Domestic Goddess was feeling low too. She did at least rustle up some lunch. Now Clever Bird has forced Creative Clara to blog. Everyone is feeling a teeny bit better, the cloud is now only a mucky grey, so The Goddess has decided to pack. Hinge has other ideas. Or perhaps she wants to make sure that Furry Mama doesn't forget to pack them as well.........