Christmas

I may have said already, but, my humans constantly said "no, its furniture" during the first month, I moved in. Even the grandparents said it. Every time I even motioned to chew a wire, pull at a cushion or tug at a sofa. When Christmas came I knew that the big pretend tree, was furniture. It's certainly not a real one!  Boxes appeared and sparkling things were taken out, the house became cluttered with extra stuff, but I was good, its furniture.

This time became extra special because the coal fire is on more. The house smells of turkey and we get more stuff.  My humans are consumed with eating and sharing things I haven't seen before. I get new things, this year I got a girlie coat.

This year, we had lots of visitors. I love it. They are all coming to see me and my Humans. Al came with beautifully perfumed ham smelling hands. Katie and Olivia gave me little tickles and kind strokes and Akane shared my home for a few days, playing and eating together.

Soon the extra furniture will be packed away and the days will start to grow longer. Until next Christmas when we do it all again.

TV

The TV is a strange affair, bright lights flicker and random noises come our way.

It's not like the little box of noise they call the radio. Well, sometimes its a nice noise from the little box. I especially like a bit of those bold masculine voices and don't care for that electrical generated booms and wahs.

Getting back to the TV, I know it called this because it sometimes excites me. The first time it got my attention I thought we had Barn Owls in our living room, what a horrendous thought. I soon told it where to go and My Susan had to persuade me it wasn't real. Then raccoons really got my attention, they were cheeky little devils. Meerkats and Pine martins are interesting too.

Tonight, it's been especially interesting, the pheasant have come indoors, or so I thought at first from down the farm track. That would be a fine game. (But oh no, they were on Yorkshire in the wild). Followed by a full session of cat-a-walling, with the VET, not my VET, another one and someone called Jo. How do cats get that much TV attention, I ask, and why interrupt my cosy time in front of the fire.

TV is a strange thing, thank goodness its not on all the time, a constant noise, not as fun as the radio and sometimes quite a tease of wildlife.