Now the winter evenings are shutting in I like to take Lynettea out on the path for a bit of hunting training. You will wonder why I persevere with this, when she has been so completely untrainable in the past. I am worried about her future though. She is always muttering about global warming (although it is quite cold at the moment) and I fear if things change for the worse and the SUPERMARKET, where she does her clumsy form of hunting, closes, what will she do for food.
I don’t think I could feed both of us at my stage of life. I can only climb half way up the grape vine now, even after I have rushed right down the side of the house from the end of the yard as a run up. Lynettea thinks I have either put on too much weight or my legs are too weak because of age.
She bought me a new velvet style blanket in the sales yesterday. It is big enough for both of us to sleep under. I have it draped around me at the moment. No picture yet.
As far as the hunting training goes, no sign of improvement. She thinks she has taught me to sit on command. I sometimes let her think that, as I have a good sense of humour.
