Taking my medicine

I haven't been too well over the winter. In fact, I've been to that Horrible Vet too many times recently. I know exactly what's happening as soon as the nasty cage comes out of the cupboard. The last couple of times, I was trussed up in a towel to go there - but I still knew where I was going.

Mrs Servant thinks she can slip my medicine into my food without my realising. But I have my beady eye on her when she's preparing my meals. I can see exactly how she's doctoring my food. And she thinks I can't taste it!

On the plus side, I do get a rather tasty treat once a day, so that sort of makes up for it. I suppose. Anyhow, now I'm feeling better I don't see why I still need to take my medicine. Let's hope there are no more trips to That Place.

A long, cold winter

I've spent the winter months in semi hibernation. Too cold to go out and too nice and cosy in the flat. So the choice was easy. Snooze in the warmth all day long. Especially by the radiator in the hall or on the Servants' bed. Then, when it does get sunny, I decamp to the sitting room and bask in the sun's rays.

A bowl of cream

I was given a delicious bowl of cream today. It must be a special occasion of some sort, as I only seem to be given cream about once a year.

Nasty stuff for breakfast

I don' t like it when Mr Servant gets up first and gives me my breakfast. He always give me that Nasty Stuff first and then makes me eat it all up before he gives me my Tasty Biscuits.

When Mrs Servant gives me breakfast, she mixes the two up. So I pick out the Tasty Biscuits, eat the gravy, and leave all the Nasty Stuff in the bowl.

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?