Beanie cat has plunged deep into her second season, and is wandering around yowling and pushing her wee bottie up against everything, she is distraught. If we aren't sympathising with her, she is lying prostrate at the top of the stairs, crying her wee meows out.
Beau cat, on the other hand is a bit perturbed by her behaviour, and keeps looking at her bum as if there was something hanging out of it. She is a wee bitty younger in the brain (I believe they are twins), and hasn't shown any signs of coming into season at all.
Problem lies in the fact, that they have been so enjoying running round the garden, chasing the rabbits, and climbing the fence, but I can't risk letting them out now. Heavens we would be in so much trouble.
Si is away up a hill. Tyndrum. I love Tyndrum. If it wasn't for the fact he was with all the Scouts, I would have gone too.
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