I have got in the habit of having my morning excecise when mother finally gets herself out of bed. I go into the living room and have a good old binky, just to get my joints moving and trim my waistline you bunderstand
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We have mother mystified. Simultaneously, and together at the same time, we have decided we are no longer going to poo in our litter tray. We wee in it but we poo in our cage. Tons and tons of it. Mother is confused. Boris Janitor.
I helped mother take Grace back to the vets. She has had more antibiotics. It was a different vet this time and the vet was not too impressed with mother for allowing Grace to run free enough to chew the freezer cable. Mother was embarassed
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