Unseasonal gales & heavy rain all day today (look out Helen in
Norfolk, it's on its way) so I'm having to cope with 3 miserable
felines.

Bandit, who goes out freely during the day, is constantly coming to
collect me to open 1st the back door then the front door to see which
one leads to summer. Then of course he shrinks back in horror at The
Wet arriving on his enquiring whiskers & head, glares at me accusingly
& goes off to wait for half an hour & try again. The fact that he can
see & hear the downpour & wind from/through the windows doesn't seem
to matter.

Snowball the hoolikitten just mopes around howling a lot in between
bouts of frantic galloping round/though the house. He so enjoys his
spells on his lead & harness in both front & back yards that he's
clearly most upset.

Pericles just sits around in a stately fashion, but there's a sad
reproach in his eyes that he, too, can't be free to enjoy The Out, and
why can't I fix it for him. I feel so bad on his behalf :-(

In between times they're eating, peeing & pooping a lot, so extra
chores for me.

On a happier note, on Sunday afternoon I was watching the Indianapolis
GP from bed (I have a bad back & lie around a lot) when 1st Bandit
arrived to snuggle up beside my tummy, 2nd Snowball arrived soon after
to snuggle up above him beside my chest, then came Pericles who, most
unusually, snuggled down beside my pillowed head, right next to
Snowball, and instead of giving S the customary warning cuff to keep
his distance he gave his head a few licks. Perhaps when S eventually
settles down to adult behaviour (and at 15 months now he shouldn't be
long) they'll all get along fine. Quite encouraging.

Purrs to all

Gordon (the poopscooping pro)
Bandit, Pericles & Snowball (the disgruntled foiled adventurers)