Albert finds his feet

Home is a mad house this evening. Albert has chosen today to flex his muscles against the pack of dogs and assert himself in the cottage proper. With the confidence of a kitten who doesn't really know better, he has spent an exhausting day on the couch then off the couch. behind the couch then on the window ledge, on the sideboard then up the stairs.William, Meg and even George have all picked up the gauntlet and have shadowed every move, desperate for the odd bottom lick and other "toilet parts" sniff .By mid afternoon Chris' knitting basket, the 1920's art deco lampshade and several small ornaments had gone for a Burton and by 8.30 pm (when Chris was in the middle of an hour long supervision telephone call with a Phd student) Albert was swinging quite Merrily from the lampshade proper, at this the dogs became quietly hysterical and all three had to be banished to the kitchen for some rest, relaxation and a cold flannel compress. (Only Maddie was allowed to sit rather unconcerned on the couch with me- she has been suffering from diarrhoea all day and looks a little washed out (as does our soddin' carpets- I have shampooed them all twice today)
The day has been cold but sunny......I have sat with Boris planning my winter veg planting this afternoon eating raspberries straight from my fruit bushes:- it was case of one for me and two for you.....