Smooch has been on house arrest since the broken dew claw/vet visit on Wednesday.
No walks, no digging, no fun.
Smooch: Do you feel sorry for me?
Smooch: How about now?
JohnnyCashCat is totally taking advantage of the situation, roaming wherever he damned well pleases
knowing Smooch isn't out and about.
Johnny: You need to mow. The people at home can barely see me.
He's even been so bold as to hang out in Smooch's yard...
...not that you could see him if you wanted to. I need to mow.
So mow I did, with the weed whacker, the tree trimmers, the pruning saw, and everything else I could find
to tame the jungle. It's a work in progress, but Smooch and Johnny are no longer in danger of being lost in the weeds.
Meanwhile, out in the pasture, the grass keeps growing.
Hank grazes non-stop, but Alan and George seem to be pacing themselves,
unlike Lucy, who exhibits no self-control, so the grazing muzzle went on this week.
She is not pleased.