PB, some yum e yums and a LWT

[Ollivander84]

I started a new thread as we hit 1k

Yep, sat first of all behind her hind hoof so under her fetlock (it was about the size of a large fluffy rat) and then came in between her back legs and sat so it was on the front of her hind hoof

They were v v lucky... lots of horse flies about, if it had been any other horse it would have been dead from a kick

I'll say. Did the owners finally realise?

Of course not.

Asbo is asleep. Hard day.

Nope. They continued to amble over while calling fluffy. Picked dog up. No apology or panic or sense of urgency

Blinking flip. Talk about being caught on the back foot...

Horsey's a smart one, ain't she. People on the other hand... maybe they were townies. The awful thing is the poor horse would have got the blame if she had reacted.

Glad Tiny Asbo Nature of An Angel is resting up. Are you all right re the bill F you haven't had to take your shopping back have you.

I've just got a load of pus out of the wound after it burst again. Shopping is staying.

Fluffys owners probably saw a nice field of cows and calves to walk in next.

Luckily horse is well used to dogs and kittens wandering around her. Speaking of kittens, Fred tried to pose

Poor you and poor Asbo. Pills are deffo working.

Look at lovely little Fred, so debonair.

I was wondering about the horse being used to small animals. Trouble will likely come, though, if Fluffy tries that on another steed. (Which might happen given that he 'got away with it' this time - the owners won't realise the dangers.)

Owners I don't think would realise the dangers if it smacked them around the face!
Horse can be a complete idiot and spook at her own feet. But there's not many that would stand like that, walk past a bin lorry, ride for 4hrs and then let me drink a g&t at the pub

Ollie is howling at the window to go out

Let's hope pup gets away with it every time, but I couldn't help thinking the same. Daft townies, eh.

Mr C has been flat out since he snatched the bacon out of my sandwich at lunch. No supper, too hot. He's just polished off a fistful of dreamies to allay my concerns of starvation.

Ollie is sad he can't go play in the dark

Mr C played in the dark. At 4am, while I wasn't asleep, there was rustling from the balcony - he was too hot to sleep too. He shot through the flat and landed on my back, delighted to announce his presence.

He got a chew and we sat the night out, him graciously allowing me to spreadeagle in his half of the bed.

I rather thought he 'owned' the whole bed!

He's very good about letting me share.

Nurse Lee mentioned Mr C might be a little bit pampered. He said 'Your cat's spoilt rotten'.

F how is asbo today?

Did you respond to that scurrilous accusation?

Noisy. Asbo is noisy.

Noisy = little fragile lad feeling just a little bit stronger, tiny frail kitten.

I did C. Nurse Lee said he 'only said it because he wants to live with me'. Make of that what you will.

He does realise that you're more tolerant to cats than you are to humans, does he?

Nurse Lee is a bit of a sort isn't he?

Ollie is shouting because the roast chicken in his dish isn't cut up small enough
First world cat problems

Blimey!

Nurse Lee's an exception on the tolerance front. He really loves Mr C. Could Mr C love him? That's the big question.

I think one expects more from a human than a cat. Which is odd, because cats are so consistently delightful.,.ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[-0

Mr C typed the last bit himself.