My three are priceless...

In the process of re-mortgaging as there's some really *good* deals round now and it will save the mere humans of Chateau Simmons some dosh. I have explained this to the felines - means more treats etc., etc...

This afternoon the surveyor came to value the house...

30 seconds before he arrives, in wanders Waffles from the garden, with her unmistakable "MMMOOOWZZ!" cry, with dead rodent clamped firmly in her jaws. She dropped the bloody mess at the foot of the stairs...I manage to clean up the mess and the doorbell rings. Enter the surveyor.

Exit the surveyor out of the back door to look at the outside of the house. Surveyor immediately steps in freshly vomited feline hairball strategically placed outside door.

We get over that embarassing incident.

Surveyor opens door to garage to be met with rotting carcass of dead rat with Marble sat next to it washing his whiskers.

I need a drink and a lie down in a room with soft walls and secure windows.

Copyright © Helen Simmons
June 18, 2002