At 06.40 yesterday morning Cleo decided it was time for us to get up so she brought a female blackbird in and dumped it on the bed. The blackbird was not happy at all and flew around the room squaking her head of and crapping all over the place. Wifey got out of bed, put on her housecoat, shut the bedroom door and went downstairs muttering something about Cleo being my cat and to get rid of the bird. I picked Cleo up and bundled her out the door so I could open the bedroom window all the way so that hopefully the bird would fly out. Instead the stupid bird perched on top of the wardrobe and when I reached up to gently grab it the bloody thing pecked me and flew out. I then had to hoover up all the feathers and change the bedding fdor the second day in a row as the bird had dumped on it!! Cleo was not impressed when I let her back in and she just glared at me.
After breakfast I cleaned the car interior then went upstairs to go on my computer only to find Ozzy had nicked my chair:-
After getting my hands sliced as he thought I was playing he went to the landing where they have a cardboard house that they like to play in and did his best to destroy a valerian leaf filled bag. Of course eventually he succeeded and the stinky stuff was everywhere.
Meanwhile Cleo, his sister, had retired to her spot in the bottom of the airing cupboard.
Abby who turned 15 last week, was chilling on the pet sun lounger in the garden before moving to next doors garden and sitting in her birdbath.
Ozzy actually spent all day in yesterday which was lovely as he has been doing exactly the same as he did last year and staying away all day and night and just coming home for food and the odd cuddle. This year I haven't been able to find out where he is holing up. Last year I found him just down the lane in some trees where he had made a "nest" under some brambles but this year I haven't been able to find him despite walking miles so I suspect he has gone down the valley near the stream where it's cooler. It's nice that he checks in 2-3 times over night but I am a worrier and worry about him all the time not knowing if he's safe. I really don't get it. When he does come home he cries his head off as he's pleased to see me and rubs his head against me continually plus he's always starving yet he still goes back out and vanishes until the next night. Last year he stopped doing this when the landowner cut back all the braken plus the weather turned much cooler so here's hoping he comes home to stay soon. In the meantime the worrying continues.