Last Saturday was a decisive win for Biryani. (Thanks, Sam!) Since then LYS has been teaching Biri that going in the basket means food, and she has been eating her dinner in the cat basket with her back legs sticking out. Tomorrow they should be able to get her to the V - E - T, and she may never forgive them. Or the basket. Or the V - E - T.
Then again, it's been snowing so much they may not get her there at all, and they'd have to postpone the match until next week. I've just texted Lady Sunshine to see what Biri thinks of snow. She much prefers the radiator.
Of my other animal friends, the older dog who lives with daughter says that snow is a very bad idea and he will only go out when he really, really must. The puppy has never seen snow before, and adores it. And my little terrier friend Oz has a poorly paw and it's no fun walking in the snow with a poorly paw, so he will just lie quietly by the fire while his mummy makes him better. He would like some boots, please, to keep his paw cosy.
Oz is adorable. If he's a bit of a wuss, I don't suppose it matters.
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