A neighbour came round and complained about me today. Said she caught me twice climbing her clematis to peek at the blackbirds’ nest and admire their babies.
Rachel wasn’t very happy with me, and said “That’s it! You’re grounded!” and locked the cat flap.
“So?” I said. “Look at that rain and wind! Think I care about having to stay indoors?”
Then she said ” No, you’re grounded. For Ever.”
She can’t do that, can she? What about my rights? What about my freedom? What about my wildlife studies?
If the babies grow big and fly away (if the magpies don’t get them first), I’m hoping I’ll be allowed out again before For Ever.
But I’m not the only one in trouble.
Lottie has been caught red-pawed, burgling Auntie Lesley’s house. She’s been caught on CCTV. Auntie Lesley has a nice new gentleman friend, who has a dog called George. He’s a a black labrador, apparently. Rachel says she likes labradors best of all dogs. Weird.
George is such a sissy – he came to visit us once and we terrorised him just by looking at him and creeping slowly and silently towards him. Such a laugh that was! Auntie Lesley keeps treats for him in her cupboard, and Lottie found them. And now she’s in trouble too.
It’s so unfair – the girls get told off and the boys get spoiled – and Scooter even gets all the treats. Just because he ran away from home and got into a scrape. Did he get told off for breaking that plant pot? No. He got cuddled and cried over and given corned beef.
But we’re grounded, just for nothing!