So ready for a Spa

Chick was lying on the towel and I tucked her in. She seemed to like it - she kept purring and made no effort to leave. One happy cat!
But in the picture she seems to look a bit tired; ready for a health resort, with loving massages, aroma therapy, and sauna.

All I Want Is Some Respect

So I'm bigger, stronger, older. A fierce dog, some say, and with a hefty bark. Everyone respects me. That is all I ask for (and regular meals, of course). But do I get it from that obnoxious feline feller? Never.

What's Cooking?

Spending time in the kitchen while studying books - Chick and Chucky are mastering the art of multi-tasking. Somehow, I don't see them whipping up egg white any time soon. But they love books with ribbons - and this one has two!

Fall Has Come

Fall has come, and as long as it is just dry and windy, Chick and Chucky won't mind.
Here they are, at what might become their new home. We might move to this new, wilder place. Here they are exploring an unused sandbox on the potential new premises. As far as they are concerned, this is heaven.

My fear, though, is that they may at some point be eaten by a fox who is looking for a good lunch for herself and her children. There is an old, deserted fox den with several entrances, which means they used to live here. The chicken would attract foxes - for obvious reasons. At other places, Chucky might be killed by a car on a road. No chance of that here - but here he might be caught while wandering merrily in the corn fields. It's strange to feel worried about that - it's not my habit at all. But I've started dreaming about a fox heading off to its lair with a dead Chick between its jaws... my Chick!

All we can think of now - apart from keeping the chicken in the closed courtyard - is to get a terrier (border terrier, Jack Russell or indeed a fox terrier), to keep the foxes at bay.

To be continued...