Boyfriend seems to think that I'm not capable of being safe down the garden
to look after the chickens on my own.
It seems to stem back to last fall when I wrote how he'd accompanied me down
the path to check the chicken huts in the middle of the night in a raging
storm and wind.
I am obviously not to be trusted since then.  It is, after all, a long way
in the dark, more than 100 yards.  It must be quite dangerous in the morning
too.
BF may not be in the house when I get up.  When I go to let out and feed the
chickens and geese he will appear and he will sit and watch at various
places as I work my way down, feeding and watering as I go.  That seems be
quite okay with him, but it is seriously dangerous for me to walk back to
the house.  He must walk in front of me, winding in and out of my legs to
guide me.  I nearly fall over him.  It's just like that "dogs dancing to
music" things that you see at Crufts.

It's been raining here almost all day, so both the cats have stayed in.  I
was a little late shutting up the chickens and needed my headlight to find
my way down there.  I hadn't gone far before I saw a reflective collar
shining right in front of me showing me the way.  It was Boyfriend with his
tail raised right up, being a guardian cat again and he showed me the way
back to the house as well.
Ah, bless his little cotton socks, but he doesn't need to take on such
responsibility and I wish he wouldn't.
I just love him to bits, he has such a beautiful soul.

Tweed