Teenage angst has hit Felicity Terrace. Butch has been gone for another 40 hours and it is hard to think he could even turn up with a blonde rinse and tattoos. His brother was far from impressed by this latest escapade and sat harrumphing at him and the world for being so thoughtless. He, sleepy after so long out and about, slept and then looked for methods of getting shot of loose and itchy fur while it moults.
Peter Sellers felt more settled by the cooler air and ate a hearty breakfast, mowing down various household ornaments in her enthusiasm to join back in with the world.
TC kept low. Matthew roamed gently. Mad Millie wandered to and fro, aimless.
A slug, bloated, wandered across the grass looking for loot.
The rain fell, the sun shone and out came Butch for a sojourn into the outside world. Aching to lose some loose fur.....
Sundance wasn't impressed and kept back just to show how unimpressed he was.
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