6.45   Woken up by the ‘Cooking Fat’, (for those who don’t know it, a spoonerism!)  I sent her her marching orders but she only moved a foot away with that disdainful look she has purr-fected over the years.  I have just realised that I missed her birthday this year, 26^th July and she was ten; not that we could have celebrated with anything special because she will only eat a tiny bit of one particular tinned cat food and particular biscuits, I honestly think she would rather starve than eat anything else at all and believe me I have tried everything.  Apart of course from the odd mouse or bird but touch wood, I haven’t seen any of those lately.

9.00  It is going to be another scorcher today, so a quick flip round the house stuff and we will walk early as one of us insists on wearing a thick black coat in all weathers and can easily get overheated.  I have ordered, from Amazon of course, some dog clippers, goodness knows how that will turn out but we will give it a try.  I doubt she will end up looking like a French poodle.

11.00  We went out later than I meant in the end and it is getting pretty hot, nevertheless I’m not going to be allowed to get away with not throwing the ball in the fields but I am making the walk a little shorter today because she is