It’s been a long, cold one with frequent hints of frost settling on whiskers, chill-blained toes and other nefarious plots to get a fire built, or at the very least, the heater turned on. So it is with eager anticipation that Chicken has welcomed summer.
Where I have grown accustomed to a lethargic cat in the mornings, firmly fused to the bed and requiring a personalised invitation to even consider leaving it, I am now witness to an early morning training regime being put into practise. The pool makes an ideal lapping shape and what could be more exciting than chasing your sister (or being chased by her) around a high-risk, water area.
Chicken has a phenomenal trump card she pulls out each summer. She manages to max her beguiling beauty by increasing the intensity of those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. Her wish is my command.
