10/6/25

The resident cat here gets far more attention than me and so I am considering growing some fur. The first problem is, how can I do this? The Mistress says, "Google it". This is all very well, for some. It said to try cloning. This would involve sitting side by side for an extended period of time. The problem is that this cat is forever coming and going through the door and doesn't stay long enough. When he is inside, he prefers sitting in front of the fire, and His Lordship builds massive fires, and the rest of us cook. The whole house is very cozy.





This cat walks all over her and dribbles and purrs so loudly, she cannot hear the TV. Then he decides to knead the bread on her chest. Whatever next. He is also known to walk all over them in bed, purring very loudly. Sometimes he stays and sleeps. Otherwise, he is by the fire. Much better than the hay barn, these cold days and nights. 
What does the cat think about this cloning business? I can see that he and I are having a chat tonight about this cloning, when the humans go to sleep, and I do hope he is up to it. This is the only way that I can get attention from the Mistress. I shall enjoy walking all over her, but I am not so sure about this dribbling process he does. That would push me a bit too far, I feel.
Earlier today, I was outside watching His Lordship feed the horses some hay. He stood to watch them, and I heard him muttering to himself, or it could be horse language! He relayed this conversation to the Mistress when she finally decided to get up. It appears one horse is lame. I did notice a limp from one of them, but I thought this was normal. This is not normal, he reckons, so he has contacted his brother in Italy to see what he should do. He could have a stone in his toenail, making it hard to walk. I could dig it out!
I must get over to the chooks one day and see what they are up to. He does take vegetable scraps over to them for variety in their diet. I believe they are vegetarians. Now this is being fussy, I say. 



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