Blatant Pet Pimping

Conrad Is Sly Today ...
     Normally on the blog I end with a cute photo of a vampire chicken or a zombie alligator, something along those lines. Today I took photos - since I am at home and able to do this without a manager leaning over my shoulder and asking "Is this within process?" - of the Mansion's pets.  Enough, in fact, to justify a second blog, as it would have extended the normal blog to excessive length.

Let Us Begin
     Firstly, it was a lovely sunny day.
     This meant Conrad had to rapidly scoot along before the storm-clouds rolled in and torrential rain fell in sheets, whilst the temperature plummeted into near-zero figures, typhoon winds whipped up and polar bears took constitutional strolls down Tandle Hill Road.
     Wait one.  The day remained - sunny?  No rain?  Not even a baby polar bear?

Look!  The tarmac is drying out - we did have rain!  Admittedly yesterday, but still rain

Edna Takes A Trip
     Just to tease her, Conrad switched over to the opposite side of the road for the "up" leg.

Edna, uncharacteristically static

     In the afternoon walk we took a diversion at the Park gates, off down a footpath.  Luckily not too muddy.  The first photo below is a flowery bit of low-lying landscape that Conrad suspected was pretty boggy and soggy - note the bullrushes - so we avoided.

Picturesque -  but DEADLY!

     Edna ran on ahead, sniffing at everything, including the decayed carcass of a dead squirrel that I had to drag her past -  yes she would have dined on it, to the annoyance of Wonder Wifey.

"Rotting squirrel - I can almost taste it!"

     Once we got back home, Edna took to whinging in the kitchen.  Apparently she needs - not wants, needs - to have a lap to settle upon.  Conrad, with all the fortitude of a jellyfish, caved in.

Puppy in primo posing position

     I have to say she was very happy there, but I did have to get up to refill my cup.  Only twice; it's a very large cup.
     Ah yes, feeding time:

Not as delicious as squirrel guts, but it comes close

Talking of feeding time ...

Hello CIS Can You Help?
... yesterday I made three rolls with date-expired Chicken Club filling, but only got through two of them.  The third I left in the kitchen on a plate under a plastic tub, as you cannot leave food around unprotected.  The cats, you see.
     Coming back several hours later, what did Conrad find?  Yes, the plastic tub had been pushed aside, allowing access to the roll, and most of the Chicken Club filler had been licked off.  Who - I ask, WHO! - is responsible?

A forensic reconstruction of the crime.

     Since Edna was in the lounge, and Darling Daughter would simply have eaten the whole thing, it's - well, allow me to illustrate:

 - an open -

- and shut case.

     The cats!  Probably Jenny.  Jenny, what do you have to say for yourself?

"Puny human, I know not of what you talk.  Now, BEGONE!"

     I kept an eye on both of them at feeding time, to see if one or the other had already satisfied their appetite:

"Keep eating, he's still watching!"

    No clues there.  Look, Jenny, can you help at all?

"Only if I can totally own your bedding!  Bwah hah hah!"

     There you have it.  Just remember, Ambrose Bierce would be 172 this June.