Rules of engagement

Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action has arrived, stop thinking and go. Out of the window onto the gravel path. Along the lawn, using the marigolds as cover. To the foot of the fence, pausing for the best attempt. Then like the coiled panther onto the fence post. Quickly descending into the neighbours garden and again taking cover behind an apple tree. The prize within reach causes me to salivate in anticipation. Victory is close at hand.

But like some cannonball from my past blocking the sun, I take too long to recognise the inevitable. Hurtling towards me at great velocity the neighbour's Wellington boot. Damn that Wellington.

Gone fishing

Where's the sport? I absolutely hate the idea of it. It's just cruel; plain and simple. I mean if you put it there, surely you understand I will do something about it. I'm not going to sit on my fluffy backside with a smile on my face am I!

Supplies

A cat marches on his stomach, and that's as true now as it was hundreds of years ago. So why do I only get one small bowl of food every morning, albeit with some very delicious fishy bits? What does a cat have to do? Invade Russia?

Budgie

I spent two hours stalking a budgie today. Prissy little blue bird. Tweet tweet in my tummy. Victory belongs to the most persevering.