Guess the Number

[NeverDropYourMooncup]

The Wee Furry Shite has returned from the postage stamp back garden where he valiantly defended his territory from the local fox, who made the mistake of looking in the back door in the direction of the food bowls.

Fox is sulking in the next garden along, the Brave Defender is now resting from the exertion of first launching into the ever so slightly neglected overgrown weed patch after his victim.

He brought something back with him. Quite a few somethings that I've just spent 25 minutes picking out of his back, his sides, his ears, his tail, between his toes, under his arms, around his arse - absolutely everywhere. he, of course, has been loving the adoration as he was cradled like a baby. A baby with chickenpox.

Yup. It's Goosegrass/Cleavers/Stick Willie seeds.

Anybody want to guess just how many of the bastarding things I've just picked out of every nook, cranny and nearly orifice?

The winner gets an envelope of Goosegrass seeds.

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Horrible aren't they!

You're closest, custard.

Two hundred and forty seven of the annoying little fuckers. From a two minute plunge into the bit nearest the shed.

It was so much effort for him to be cradled on my lap and have to purr whilst resting a paw on my chin or nose whilst I dug them out of every part of his fur that he had to sleep on the rug with his toy mouse as a chin pillow for two hours afterwards.

The Grumpy Fluffy One has been told she's not allowed out there at all because I'd have to shear her like a sheep if she did the same. Fortunately, she hates the big outdoors almost as much as she hates me messing with her bodily integrity, so we should be OK.