Cats continue Ethnic Cleansing.

Where was I? 14.00 hours yesterday: The pigeon was in next doors shed recovering from Britney’s attentions. 15.30 hours: We find dead pigeon in next door’s front garden. I bin it and check shed. Our pigeon is still there. I muse whether this is Romeo and Juliet all over again as spouse dies of broken heart assuming her hero is dead. Erroneously as it happens seeing as he’s still in the shed. 16.00 hours: Mothermouse sees Britney acting suspiciously in the shrubbery. She’s got our pigeon again. Obviously she’s got in the shed and pursued it over the wall and into ours. I save it yet again! and put it in a cardboard box in our shed and padlock it. OK that’s not absolutely necessary but in situations like this one must not hold back one’s neurotic impulses, they’re far better expressed. 01.00 hours: (election night) Kafuffle. Domino has a mouse in the kitchen. Close door. Nothing to do, Dom eats his. 02.00 hours: another kafuffle in kitchen. This time it’s the cat food. The cup containing dry food had been left on the grill pan on top of the microwave. We put it there when the oven’s in use for ovening stuff. Now normally the cats knock the cup off onto the floor and eat it there, but this time they knock it over and the food falls through grill into the grill pan. Ha ha get out of that you big toothed, no opposable thumbs furry angels of death. 10.00 hours: (election day) Only one clear winner. The pigeon in our shed is alive and recovering well, and shit, which is always a good sign. So did you vote for the ‘survival of the fittest’ conservatives or the ‘stop persecuting pigeons’ labour party? I voted for the ‘lets all stop eating each other’ lib dems. Fat lot of good that did me.