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Orkney's Yappings

Mice everywhere!

It's so dry here, all the field mice are popping in, in search of food. We've caught heaps, not to mention Zephyr's rat (fair dinkum, she's STILL going on about that rat she caught on Australia Day).
Every night is party night - after dark when it gets a bit cooler we go out and have a Mouse Party! Mind you, it was quite cool at the end of the last week - Mummy got the Ratbag out of his paddock, and he was actually shivering, so she put his rug on. Then today she had to take it off again. That's Melbourne weather for you. Some of our friends OS are having blizzards and 2 foot snowfalls, so we haven't got much to complain about.
We had Mummy home for most of last week as the place where she was working went bust, but she says she's got another job starting tomorrow and we will not actually have to eat the mice that we catch. Just as well, they're pretty puny things (yes, all right Zephyr, except for your RAT!)

Doggy Doings

(No, not THAT sort of doggy doings! )
Mummy's friend brought the Labra-thing inside a few days ago. Reaction pretty much as expected, except Zephyr came back for a second look because she couldn't believe her eyes. A dog in our house! Mummy said Zephyr was hissing before she even came out of the bedroom, just in case the Labra-thing got any ideas. I just stayed under the bed. So the next time when it came for a visit they left it outside as usual - only problem, I was outside too. Man, was I scared. Mummy's friend came out and held its collar and Mummy called me inside. I slunk into the house right under its jaws! (Not that its jaws were doing anything, but you never know.)
I'm so proud of myself for being so brave. I rubbed my head all over Mummy's leg to tell her and her friend how incredibly brave I was. Zephyr just lay on the windowsill and smirked.

She's Lost the Plot

Mummy's gone insane. She's talking about getting a dog because the Dogs Next Door are moving. Goodbye, dear little Jack Russell. (*floods of crocodile tears dissolving into maniacal cackling*)
In keeping with her strange habit of having animals named after remote islands in the Northern Hemisphere to which she has never been, Mummy says she might get a dog called - I forget now. Labra- something. A friend of hers has a black one and it visits. It's OK for a pants-sniffer especially as it stays outside. But I heard her talking about bringing it INSIDE to see how we react. Well, I can tell you how: Tara and Arrow will melt away like smoke, Zephyr and I will stare in horror at it for five seconds, hiss loudly and run under the bed, and Bunty will pee on something - don't know what, but Mummy will find the trouble spot some time later when she least expects it.
Woe is us!