I’ve not been very involved in the whole gardening thing. Oh, I try to eat the natural fertilizer (seaweed, comfrey and alfalfa) but apart from that I’m not so keen to get my paws dirty. However, this I have to tell you. Alfie had noticed that in the parsnip trough there were some odd depressions in the soil. Our Mistress had asked if any of us had anything to do with it and of course we all shook our heads very seriously. She was also bothered as some of the parsnips had failed to germinate and she said if they didn’t come through then when she thinned out the lines that were ok she would also plant some more. That day came on Friday. She drilled a new hole for some seeds and you will never guess what she found. One of the squirrels has only been using the parsnip trough to bury its nuts. Once she found one, that was actually starting to grow, she checked where the depressions were and sure enough under each of them was a carefully buried acorn or two. This is the point at which she said it would be so much easier if she didn’t like squirrels. How can you be cross with something a lovely as a squirrel? She also said that being fair to the squirrel, his survival was probably more important than her crop of parsnips which she can always buy from the shop. I’m supposed to be on squirrel watch, but the problem is that the only window I can see the parsnip trough from doesn’t have anything comfortable to lie on in front of it.
The varnishing of the office floor is finished and there are unexpected consequences. It’s slippy and I keep sliding everywhere. Our Mistress says for a few weeks we’ll need to be a little bit careful, but there’s really no point in saying that to either me or Shadow – we just don’t do careful. Alfie’s ok. He almost always does careful.
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