An Update from Rumbles the cat

Hi! Apparently I have a fanclub member - great to have your support Richard! I am quite flattered that you think I write much better blogs than Jenny does; she, on the other hand, has got the pip about that and won't speak to me.

I must apologise for my tardiness in entering any new blogs lately; the weather has been just blissful for us felines and I have been indulging in what we do best...lazing on the bed. It is nothing for me to go to the master bedroom at around 8a.m., having dined on my biscuit brekky, and spend the next 10 hours spread-eagled across the quilt. The whole bed to myself with no humans to unbalance the mattress, rumple the blankets or push me around as they toss and turn.

(Mind you, on a cold night there is nothing better than being able to join them and make the most of the body heat that comes through the blankets. The farts I could do without.

Not much else has happened around here except that the humans are on holiday so are hanging around more often to disturb my routines.

Brian has built some contraption by the garage - something to do with fish that smoke, or smokers who have fish???? Just give me the fish.

He is also making a tower out of concrete blocks - apparently for pizzas - but at the moment it is a great back-scratcher and it soaks up a lot of sunshine heat to release in the evening when I saunter outside for my evening stroll.

Why is that dog inside? This is MY domain?

If I stay still no-one will notice me!

That creature Bess is still scared of me (well, that's what I'll tell anyone that listens). We have a great game of pretend to hate each other going on - I hiss and scratch, while she bounds backwards and forwards pretending to tease me. We actually have an understanding but will not let the humans know that. Jenny found some dog hairs stuck to my claw this morning...she totally fell for the planted evidence and thinks we had a barney again! High Fives Bess!

Kieran chats to Pippi the calf

I overheard them talking about getting the dairy cow into calf. I've been to the vet before and the AI sounds about as pleasant a procedure as having my temperature taken! Kieran was most definite that he was having nothing to do with that farm job when it happens.

Time to go and check out the biscuit situation - must be time soon for a human to get the hint that my plate needs its nightly top-up.