Grandad's Garden
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Cato:
Hello Aunties. This blog is me cos Tara can't remember so far back. I can remember cos these pics were taken the day that my wonky leg was unwonked. So I will never ever ever forget. We went out for a pic walk in Grandad's Garden just before I met nice MrMcT and he unwonked me.
Last time we went to stay with Grandad and Grandma, the garden looked very different. There was a whole new flowerbed wot was all bare earth which is good for widdling and scratting, cos Grandad had only just laid the big yellow slabs for the path, and he had hardly put in any boring green stuff. He had bigbigbig plans for the flowerbed. Which wasn't very interesting, really. Cos I was busy sniffing the fox poo and the pigeon poo and the fallen bird food!
This time there was green stuff EVERYWHERE, and hardly any space to widdle in the new flowerbed. And lots of boring old established green stuff. But Mum says you will find it interesting, so we have to show you.
This is the new flowerbed from the patio doors where me and Mum and Tara slept. Well, Mum did work stuff and me and Tara slept.
And this is closer. Those stone things are something called a bubbly fountain wot Grandad put in. Sometimes it bubblified and sometimes it didn't. And sometimes it lit up. And sometimes Tara licked it.
This is us doing our investigation sniffs. Tara liked widdling near here. Grandad kept talking about brown patches on the lawn. Haha!
These are the big yellow path slabs. I like walking on them, when I do my patrols.
Boring bearded iris stuff. Grandad says they did well cos this is their first summer. They will get biggerer and biggerer.
These are the runner beans. Grandma loves runner beans. She even gave me some. Yuck! I licked them and then spat them out. I bet Carrera would LOVE them.
This blue bench is Auntie's.
Auntie is Mum's sister. Auntie and Uncle moved a bit ago, and they have left a lot of plant stuff and blue benches and blue pots all over Grandma and Grandad's garden. They are going to take them to their new house when they have time.
See all the brown patches? Tara says it isn't her. She says she couldn't widdle that much.
This is more plant stuff. Mum did tell me all about it all, but I kind of wasn't listening.
Tara climbs everywhere.
See those little black pots? Those are something called Grandma's Special Roesmary Seedlings, and I wasn't allowed to widdle on them.
All the other pots belong to Auntie and will go with the blue bench to Aunties place soon. I did widdle on them.
On the last night, while I was doing my Late Night Patrol and Last Widdle, I had a Cat Adventure! It was very exciting.
I like to go out of the patio doors, and go all the way around the perimiter (that is a technical patrolling term). I go along the path all around the peryimeter, and sniff everything, and Mum stands in the doorway and says things like 'Come on Cato, it hasn't changed since your last patrol' and 'Hurry up, bedtime'. And stuff like that. But I have to do my patrols properly. You never know what might have happened, or who you might meet. And this time I met a HUGE big fluffy Persian Siamese cat thing. In MY garden. On MY patrol!!! I stood still and looked at it. And it stood still and looked at me. And it was a kind of standoff. Then Mum said 'What is going on Cato? Am I going to have to come and fetch you?' And the cat knew that I was part of a big brave Pack with Mum as a Pack Leader and me as the Very Important Scout and Patroller, and it knew that it would be in BIG TROUBLE if it didn't run away veryveryvery fast. So it did. Run away I mean.
So then I finished my Patrol and everything was OK.
Tara didn't even see the cat.
She is such a girl, isn't she?
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