Wot, no cheese???

I don't know what the heck is going on with the animals in this household....

But I am getting ever closer to forgetting I am a veggie and serving up roast cat, followed by dawg soufflet with chooks and pickle for afters!! Jasper... ahhh Jasper.... the one we thought was ohhhh so sweet and suffering and and needed "Special" care cos he only has three legs... well this blinkin cat is as mad as a March hare!!! Nippier than most things on 6 legs... acts very friendly, and loved up then goes and poops on beds...... not once.. oh no.. once is an accident... not twice.. twice is a phase... three times? Three times is a act of terrorism....!! But!! I think I have him sussed... heh heh heh... or will do when I get a moment to actually breath instead of trying to convince a client I am not responsible for global warming and torrential rainfall.. and that her bog garden will return to resembling something other than the Great lakes.... and then, my dear lil ol Jasper... then the games begin...

He is a sweetheart really... most of the time... ish... kinda......

But first of all, I have to deal with the chooks..... and what are they up to??? Well, we've put a cat flap in for the cats... who look at it and go "Pray... what is this? And you don't really expect us to open the door ourselves do you, woman??? get a grip..." then mosey on off to go poop somewhere other than the litter tray.... so the cat flap is useless then... oh no it's not...!!! it's having alot of use by..... the chickens.... *sigh*

There am I, minding me own beeswax, drawing, singing, doing the odd little foot shuffle under the table.. hear the cat flap go, not once, not three times.. but 6.... and there standing in the kitchen are the new gals.... very bewildered... as was I... turned into a staring competition really, til I jumped up, and scared the heck outta them, and did they squawk about and run to the cat flap?? did they heck.. having used it to get in, they completely forgot of it's existence and did the wall of death round the lounge and kitchen til I could get to the door, fling it open and dive to one side as they all charged out, back into the garden from whence they came.....

The dawg.. well the dawg, has a new fav meal... turns his nose up at his dog food... looking at me as if to say "and this is??????" he would far rather eat .........chicken poo.....

And having enjoyed a little avent garde cookery of the pooey chickeny kind, he then comes back indoors and hurls it back up..... looking a tad mystified as to the sudden onset of this mysterious illness..... stoopid dawg.. oops forgot, that's the chooks name.... *sigh*

I have theory that if I can change his preference from chicken poo to the feline variety , I may be able to kill two birds with one stone. or 10 chooks, 2 cats, one dawg and several mental frogs with a gun, at this rate......