An Unfortunate Week...

That wasn't a good week at all...quite glad to have the cottage back to ourselves actually.

But the donkeys are home again and the kittens are endlessly entertaining...Murphy puts his paw into the water bowl, to make certain I suppose that it's full, before he has a drink. He perches right on the edge of the sink when Himself is doing the washing up, watching the bubbles and Molly comes into the bathroom with me when I have a shower...she sits bolt upright on the mat then suddenly takes a flying leap onto the windowsill...her tail hanging over the edge, swishing back and forth.

We have to keep the loo roll on the soap dish in the shower otherwise they rip it to shreds and it's useless having the milk jug out on the table...one of them will have their head in it before your back is turned...

Murphy is such a character...pick him up and he gazes thoughtfully at your face and then pats your cheek with his paw while purring non-stop...his fur is thick and very soft, just right for stroking. He sits beside me when I'm in bed on the settee, kneading the crochet blanket and rubbing his chin over it before sliding a paw under the sheet to pat my arm...

Molly is cuddly as well, but in a different way...she makes her bed on your lap and purrs so loudly I swear they can hear her next door but one...but she doesn't stay long before leaping into the air after a moth or she sits in the window gazing out at the birds and then takes a flying leap onto the floor before racing into the bedroom with her tail up straight and her eyes as big as saucers...back she comes and skids across the floor at ninety miles an hour...

It's just as well we had them here this past week...stroking little Murphy kept me from hurling a hard and heavy object at Reuben.