Where's my bed?

My comfy, trusted bed disappeared yesterday. I tried looking for it but it really wasn't anywhere to be seen. Luckily I was able to sprawl in the sun on the carpet and then loaf on one or other of the Servants' laps.

But always in the back of my mind was: "Where is my nice warm bed?"

Anyhow, it turned up today. Back in the same place as if nothing had happened. However, it smells all funny - it doesn't smell of me at all any more. And it's not the same colour. It used to be a nice pale grey and now it's white.

I've decided I won't sleep in it.

Duck food - yum

Two ducks have appeared on the small pond near where I live and Mrs Servant has been feeding them special duck food.

It may be food for ducks but I think it's absolutely yummy. Even nicer than the treats I get. (And I didn't think there WAS anything tastier than my treats.)

A new relation?

How cool is that? Just found out there's an interactive design agency with my surname: Orange Sprocket

I wonder if we're related? I wonder if they like tuna fish just as much as I do?

Where's my lunch?

I make it very obvious that I'm ravenous but The Servants just don't seem to get the hint.

Putting the boot in

The Servants know perfectly well that my favourite spot in the winter is lazing by the radiator in the hall. So why do they put their walking boots there so I can't snooze in peaceful radiator heaven?

I wish they'd tidy up a bit. There's hardly any room for me.

Mini photo album

Mrs Servant has found a site she's rather pleased with. So, um, better indulge her and click this link....

Will I get fed?

I get slightly unnerved when Mrs Servant is out for the evening. You see, I can never be exactly sure that Mr Servant will give me any food. Sometimes he forgets.

So I'm always very relieved when I hear Mrs Servant coming up the stairs and the front door opens.

Not being a dog, I don't wag my tail and bark enthusiastically. But, secretly, I am very pleased.