It's My Daisy Field Miss Furry!

We have had  a feline fall out this week, yes I know what you are going to say, but a bit more than usual. You know the lovely, sploggy Mister Marmalade.  Well, you may remember he loves the Daisy Field, that's right, down past Mister-kindly-Next-Door-Neighbours, house.

He spends many a long day rolling around and around making daisy angels. In all  fairness as it's winter the daisy are still fast asleep until spring so Mister Marmalade sort of makes soggy grass angels, but nevertheless he really enjoys himself and the lack of daisies doesn't put Mister Marmalade off, not one bit.

What does however, rather dampen Mister Marmalade's love of the Daisy Field is the having to tip toe past you know who's fence post. Especially if she is on high alert.

Yes I know, Mister Marmalade does sometimes pass by the front to watch the lovely horses. But usually he comes the back fence way as it's the quickest way down.

Well, today Miss Furry who has never ventured that far (to the Daisy Field).  Was having a lovely chat with Mister Gnome, who had just come back from another conference on "How to stop green shooty thing's growing through your house".  (Mister Gnome loves going to conferences).

He said it's the free biscuits he likes as well as the in-depth topics about all things gnome related. He just loves them.  Anyway he and Miss Furry where discussion the finer points of the conference when Mister cuddly Marmalade happened to walk past almost in the style of a ballet dancer, on tip toe as to not alert Miss Furry. Who at that point was in deep discussion about what biscuits they served at the 'How to stop green shooty things from growing through your house', conference.

 He was spotted and before I could save him  Miss Furry had adjusted her tin helmet and called "halt who goes fur?"

To be fair to Mister Marmalade for such a cuddly cat he can make himself really, really small. I though that's impressive that. How small Mister Marmalade can make himself. Oh dear, I thought, I had better go and save him from  Miss Furry bossy pants.

 As I got there I could hear herself telling Mister Marmalade.  Who had put his big fluffy paws on his ears, how it was her daisy field so there... I said excuse me Missy you never go down to the Daisy Fields.  Well that prompted the rather famous hard stare, at this point Mister Marmalade took his leave and ran rather elegantly for a cat of such a cuddly sized. Whilst shouting "it's my Daisy Field so there Miss Furry". Who almost fell of her post in amazement.  My self and Mister Gnome both agreed that  was brave that…