I’ve cut my chin. When my mistress asked me how I had done it I tried suggesting I was shaving but she didn’t seem to believe me. The truth is I have no idea how I did it. It’s in one of those few awkward places that you can’t lick. It was funny having my mistress rub some antiseptic cream in to make sure I was ok. I asked if I could have one of the ‘Winnie the Pooh’ plasters that she puts on the kids too, I’d rather like an Eeyore one, but she said it would stick to my fur and be horrible to get off. I suppose there wouldn’t have been many people around to see it, so I don’t mind too much.
Now I am not one to complain about a bit of dirt, but even I am noticing it is getting a little gritty underfoot. We have a driveway made up of little stones and last week a man came to get rid of all the little plants growing between them and replace them with sand. The first problem was that he used a high powered water jet to clean them out and also managed to wash all the post in the post box. This included one of my mistress’s birthday cards that had been written in ink and on which the only remaining word visible inside was ‘Friday’. We worked out by a process of elimination who it was from but it wasn’t easy. The second problem is that the man has rather overfilled the gaps with sand and we keep walking it into the house. I’m sure it will be ok in a few months, but in the meantime it is very odd having the feeling of sand between your toes without even leaving the house.