No one likes a bossy boots Miss Furry!

If only she had never found that helmet. If only the shiny breast plate had stayed hidden under the bush at the undisclosed location (never seen again by the way). Then we would almost have a tranquil existence.

Yes, I know Miss Furry would still walk her fence but she wouldn't be quite so bossy about it. I mean who else has the rules of the garden flapping around a fence post for all who pass by to see.  I know, not many people, furry or otherwise that's for sure!
But nevertheless that's where we are at.

Not to mention the poor unsuspecting (I have to be honest I do feel rather sorry for the delightful) Mister Marmalade I mean, such a lovely little sploggy, squishy cat. What has he ever done to anyone? He just loves Daisy' s and what's wrong with that. Nothing I'm sure.


So, when Miss Furry after a long day of repelling all invaders (I know but what can you do), the adorable Mister Marmalade, Felicity the Fabulous Feline and Mister Clumsy Wood Pigeon. To name but a few. Decided that maybe I could patrol her fence, to be helpful and in order to give her a break. As walking with a tin helmet and shiny breast plate was very tiring you know.  (Well really Miss Furry no one forced you. It's your choice to patrol back and forth each day).


Did Miss Furry appreciate my words of wisdom. No, this prompted the hard stare followed by a flouncy walk  and the nose so high in the air it's a wonder she didn't fall over her paws.

 "No one asked me, well really, that's gratitude for you. It's not like I enjoy walking back and forward on MY fence.  It's very hard work. What, with my tiny furry legs and with this tin helmet on, AND as you are very aware, it's two sizes too big!!" ... " No one asked me. Well really that's just charming that"... Oh dear , oh dear, oh dear, I thought.  But you know Miss Furry, no one indeed does like a 'bossy boots' ...