Manic Mayhem On Moanday Monday!

Last week after an attempt at trying to roll in stinky goodness I went to terrorise my territories. You see me positioned for attack by tree one and just behind is tree two. Perfect score there were not one but two pesky tree rats jumping from tree to tree. Now it was supposed to be a nippy day but the sun was out and it was mild. She who must be obeyed ignored had on her thermals, a fleece, wellie socks and wellies and hat, gloves and scarf. When I started to sound like Darth Vader peeps decided it was time to call it a day. Fifteen minutes later with her doing a very good impersonation of Benny Hill (when the credits roll), huffing and puffing and as red as Santa's backside she then screamed at me MOLLY ENOUGH. Did I stop? No way. By the time she caught me she thought she was going to collapse and to add insult to injury she heard clapping and whistling and turned round to find she had an audience watching from the path. Caught between seething and feeling totally humiliated I was unceremoniously removed and dragged back home. Total recall no, but as Arnie would say....I'll be back.

Have a marvellous mischevious Monday all.