The shed is almost finished...I mean everything is sorted out and has been put away tidily...the floor is still damp in the corners but the cat litter is doing a sterling job of absorbing the excessive moisture...I'll just keep removing it when it's sodden and replace with fresh until such time as it's dried right out...
It has been sunny today so Himself left the door wide open from early this morning...that helps of course. Liberal applications of damp cloths soaked in vinegar has got rid of the mould...it's almost ready to be used once more.
The stupid bird has gone to the pet shop...he was quite incredibly boring...the pet shop man thought he was wonderful...takes all sorts. Himself had a sack of dog biscuit in lieu of payment.
Now Molly and Murphy can go into the garden room...one of the tiny sash windows in the kitchen will open with the aid of a sharp hammer blow so they can leap through there whenever they choose...poor Molly is always hell bent on escape and haunts the back door ready to dash out the minute anyone opens it...having access to more space suits her, though I suppose it won't be too long before she wishes she could escape from there as well...
Murphy sat on the window sill for ages before taking the plunge...he keeps coming back into the sitting room, to check we're still here I suppose.
One of the best 'cages' I've seen for indoor cats was much like an aviary built onto the back of the house with access through a cat flap in the back door...the wire cage had a tree growing in the middle of it and a sturdy wire roof to stop cats from escaping into the wild blue yonder...
They could loll about on the grass or climb the tree when they felt energetic...they were Maine Coon cats...huge furry creatures that needed to be groomed every day...they weighed a ton but were very gentle and sweet natured...just as well they were.
The birds are beginning to sing in the very early mornings...not quite a full blown dawn chorus just yet...but it's getting there.
Meet Molly...
