Dusty – or as my mum affectionately calls me, Dustbin (I don’t know why) - here.
Apparently I have slept through for three nights on the trot until 5am. My mum is beyond herself with happiness about this for some reason. I thought she enjoyed our twice nightly excursions into the garden.
For the past week I have mostly been jumped on by a big white dog the size of a polar bear (Mum said it looked like a doodle, whatever that is) which scared me so much, I ran and hid between two beach huts and cried and yelped until my mum rescued me.
The lady with the big white dog thought it was hilarious. My mum didn’t.
Straight after that I met a very nice lady with a very gentle little dog who said hello to me and told me not to worry, not all dogs were going to jump on me.
Now I think every dog I see is going to flatten me so I try to hide, but I have met a lot of lovely dogs – another huge Black Labrador (who I liked), a cocker spaniel (who I loved) and five dogs all at once that were very well behaved and many, many more, but I can’t get that white dog out of my head. I think he might be a ghost.
I help with the washing up. Yummy - the kids had pancakes for breakfast methinks.
I have been for my first walks in the woods, but I’m not allowed off the lead in there yet in case I get lost.
I’m so fast, even on a lead, you can’t even see me in this one.
And I love doing puzzles, specially when they have food in!
Also this week I have mostly been eating cat poo which makes my mum go all red and jump up and down with glee. At least I think it’s glee making her squeal while I do a victory circuit round the garden laughing my head off.
I have destroyed a whole new box of man-size tissues – whatever that is. I also discovered soft white paper dangling in the bathroom which was fun because when I grabbed it, it chased me all over the house until Mum tore it and stopped it chasing me. Humans eh?
Fizz here. Mum says I am now a year old and no longer the most violent pet in the house. I am getting really mellow. I play with the dog-toy she brought home for me and I never use my claws. My favourite spot in the garden is in the trampoline where I can relax in the sun while the dog-toy runs round the garden laughing his head off and Mum cheers him on. At least I think she’s cheering him on. I knock things on the floor for him that he can’t reach and Mum goes, “Humph!” and picks them back up again. Like all the stones he keeps finding that she puts in a bag for the tip – I’m always giving them back to him and she’s always, like, “Fii-iizz!” Humans eh?
I’m Harley. I like the trampoline too and climbing up the tree and hanging with all the local cats and jumping over the fence and tuna and catching flies. I don’t play with the dog-toy so much, but I do like to eat his food if I can get to it before he snaffles it all up. I also knock things on the floor for him that he can’t reach. Mum keeps saying to me, “Harley, please use the litter tray,” which is mad because a few months ago I’m sure she said, “Hooray, the cats aren’t using the litter tray any more.” Humans eh?