I think I have Monday-itis today, just lots of popping out to the toilet and then sleeping on the lovely cool kitchen floor. The weekend was incredibly busy. Dane, my grandpa has taught me how to play tug of war. I love it. Tim and Polly are defintely nicer and I have to get my biscuit when I go to bed last. Polly likes that because she was always last before I came along. I have absolutely, definitely and completely mastered not chasing chooks but there are new things I hadn’t noticed before. They sort of scream at me from inside this big cage. I will keep you informed about what they are. They have long tails and make a sort of wailing sound. Maybe you can guess what they are and let me know.