Let the storm purr on ...the noise never bothered me anyway!

 

Good afternoon my fine furry friends. How has your week gone?  Pull up your paws and settle in. This weeks tail is called;

Let the storm purr on ... the noise never bothered me anyway!

This week has been very unsettled weather wise lots of thunder and flashing lightning. Now as I am a very brave kitty (ahem) I don't mind a tiny bit of thunder or indeed a smidgen of flashing light. (No matter what mum says).  The rain, on the other hand, is rather annoying especially if you like your fur just so, and as you know friends my fur is always immaculate. 

I never ever have straw, mud, hen droppings, goats food, or any other unmentionable messy things that, I happen  to find on my rather brave and terrible exciting adventures in the paddocks. On my fur. 

  (No matter what mum says this not evidence of rolling in unmentionables!)

I happen to know that a bit of goat straw mashed in with a little bit of hen droppings makes a lovely fur pack.   But I digress, dear friends, it's definitely not the thunder no, it's the rain all that wetness underneath and splodgy droplets on my" beautifully"  well-kept fur that I don't like.

 I decided that the best course of action would be to keep myself dry at all costs.  To keep my fur pristine, and to avoid all that soggy pawness.  I was just looking for a suitable spot for rain prevention when my friend Felix came to see if I would like to go outside to play as he, it turns out, doesn't mind wet fur or paws or thunder or...anything really.   

 I said to Felix that as I take such good care of my fur I can't possibly come out.  At this, he looked rather baffled and said: "What you Miss Furry but you are always covered in hen droppings, goat straw, grass pollen, mud and other unmentionables.  In fact, your fur always looks rather lived in ..."

 "Alright Felix, you do know you said all of that out loud! No, I will just have to wait for the sky to dry."   

With this Felix said," are you sure it's not the thunder you are frightened of?"

 I gave Felix a very hard stare and a" humph!" And told him I will see him when it dries up! Thunder indeed... Miss Furry the brave is not frightened of anything!

 

So, until much dryer times friends, I am relaxing (definitely not hilding) away on top of the fridge nothing to do with the thunder honestly.

 I will just have to wait for the rain to stop. In order to preserve my fine fur.  As standards have to be kept.

However, looking at the sky it could take a while...

Until next week try to keep your fur dry and avoid soggy paws and a wet underneath, or failing that you could try a fur pack. 

Personally  I recommend goat straw with hen droppings never fails...