Well, the election is over, but we still don't have a final result. Let's hope we don't do a Belgium or a Northern Ireland.
The cats tried to participate, but it was all a bit much and after a hectic day sofa surfing, two out of three took to their bed.
One was still on Rooster Watch. He is relieved that the rooster has vanished, and it sure is quiet around here since. I miss him, but the Terrified Tabby doesn't.
Our neighbour lost two chickens on the same day that Reginald disappeared, so we think he has eloped. His brown feather dusters really miss him.
I don't think it is a coincidence that the day the noisy boy vanished, our rosellas returned to the garden to destroy our cherry blossoms.