The curse of Agrophobia

We brought it as a bit of a joke last Xmas, having seen Be & Gd's dog loving hers

Sadly it backfired as we now frequently find Jelly & Ducky at play, being dragged around the house as a gruesome twosome, & like today having a snooze :-)

When you only have the view out the window to judge the world by logic does weird things
=> I don't have wings.... So I can't be one of those flappy things

=> Mummy gets me food, takes care of me & has lots of cuddles..... But the lack of tail, a severe body baldness problem & really odd non-aversion to water makes me think we're different

=> the "dog" next door, has 4 legs, hairy & has a tail, gets food in a bowl, looks a bit like me.......

Ipso facto I must be a "dog"


Yep our little Jelly learnt everything about being a cat from the dog next door....

It was cute when she was a little kitten tounge poking our (panting style), Or us throwing one of her balls to an inevitable re-dropping at our feet (& of course suitably soggy)....... A full size toy duck is a little more difficult to justify when you have no dog

It makes me wonder what life must be like for severe agrophobics thou??????