The signs didn't work... I had spent ages on them too, but Harry just ignored it and slept in my basket AGAIN! I wonder if it is because the cat on my sign looks too smart and tidy and Harry assumed that only those sort of cats were banned from my basket. Perhaps he thought that big, hairy balls of cat fluff were acceptable? They ARE NOT. I have eaten more of his biscuits as a revenge and even managed to chase him up the stairs today (there is NO escape from me now!!).
Anyway, I received an email from my friend Livvy the other day and she suggested a great way of getting Harry into trouble. She said that I should get one of Anna's toys, give it to Harry and when he started to bite it I should go and tell on him! It sounded like a perfect plan so I crept into the conservatory and helped myself to one of the animal hospital vets - the blonde ones are definitely more tasty!
So far so good, but unfortunately as I was running into the kitchen with the vet swinging from my jaws by her blonde hair, I just couldn't resist. Just a minute in my basket having a nibble first wouldn't harm I thought, then carry on with Livvy's plan. Well one minute became two, two became three and before I knew it I had almost chewed the vet's head right off! Then I got caught.... I tried to explain that it was all Livvy's fault and that she had told me to do it, but that didn't seem to make any difference! You can see from the photograph that only the feet were left when I had finished!!
Oh well, no solution to the cat in the basket problem yet. Any more ideas, then please email me on dogcalledmolly@googlemail.com
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