Please don't be deceived by the innocent good looks of Nemo resting in the glorious sunshine at Rock HQ. It has been a wonderful sunny day and all our animals have taken advantage of the unseasonal good weather.
Some have taken advantage more than most.
While Tracey and I got on with what has to be the most tedious job on our list, sanding down the wood on the conservatory as the nice man who sold us the house had varnished it, this has peeled and trapped water inside so it has potential to rot unless sorted, the cats took full advantage of the lack of security in the kitchen.
Luckily for us the beagles have left the one power tool needed to complete the job, the orbital sander, alone. Unlike most of our tools it still had its power lead intact and unchewed. So several hours of tedious sanding began. For the cats several hours of worktop surfing began.
The butter was first to cop it, I had left it on the shelf instead of putting it away, it was found with curious patterns carved by the felines. They then decided that the liver defrosting was theirs not ours so helped themselves.
When their crime was discovered they bolted through the cat flap, hid and waited knowing that an alternative dinner would now have to be found by their vexed owners. Two further raids resulted in some pork chops and a few slices of belly pork taken out to make some pate disappearing through cat sized the hole in the back door. They even set about the leg of pork taken out for sunday dinner, this proved too tricky to manouvre off the worktop so they mauled it until discovered by yours truely who needed a coffee break.
War was declared and after a quick chase around the house, some pointless posturing and protestations from their owner they managed to avoid him and his broom and retreated to the relative safety of the garden, whilst the human occupants of Rock HQ came to terms with the fact that dinner was not going to be organic home raised pork but an oven ready pizza kept for emergencies.
Some time later a truce was declared and Nemo felt safe enough to sit still as I took his picture.
He knew he was safe as I no longer had the broom in my hand.
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