Birthday Meows

Grandad's birthday today. Emily had great fun making (and eating!) a fruit flan, and made a lovely fold out heart birthday card. Jon cooked us all a big family birthday tea, and we sat around opening pressies (well, Grandad did, ably assisted by Emily), scoffing lovely food and devouring several very nice bottles of wine.

Orders have gone absolutely potty this afternoon - why is it that everyone orders more when we're not there to deal with it???

After birthday tea we adjourned to the garden, to be entertained by, well, a cat. Merlin decided to investigate the bird table, to much hilarity (didn't hear many birds laughing, though).

We've been really worried about Cassie's weight recently. She's very, very overweight for a cat, and she's started limping now. Doesn't seem to be in any pain, but clearly she's finding her weight hard to manage. I really don't understand how she's got so portly - both cats are fed exactly the same, and if anything she seems to eat even less than Merlin, who's pretty skinny. Still, this morning she seemed to have perked up, and brought us not one but two presents. Must have known it was Grandad's birthday. A dead and really rather gory mouse just inside the back door was swiftly followed by a very much alive one, which promptly ran under a computer desk and looked set to set up home there for ever more. Eventually (after nearly an hour of trying) persuaded it out into an empty cereal box, so it was duly rescued and rehomed in the garden away from prying feline noses.

Cassie looked duly disgusted when she was allowed back in and found her treasured possession had legged it. Never mind, perhaps it will encourage her into more exercise. I can stomach any amount of live and dead rodents if she actually starts getting fitter.

So, happy 76th Grandad....hope you liked the mice!!