Wet Weekends

And yet more rain!!!!!!
No wonder the cats are going stir crazy.
Much of their day is spent sleeping in a heap on the sofa in the conservatory, interspersed with hurling insults and threats at the birds in the garden.
The birds have realised that it's all talk and that, in fact, the cats are powerless to do anything about the invasion of their private space.
It will only get worse as the weather improves (assuming of course that it does) as the summer birds will return and take up their customary positions, on the fence and in the trellis, from where they issue taunts and challenges.
The babies have discoverd a new form of exercise- leg climbing. I am now forced to wear thick, long socks and may have to invest in footballers shin pads to protect my legs from their needle sharp claws.
I suspect that this is the weekend when I will need to take the curtains down to prevent the little darlings from scaling the heights and plumbing the depths.
Every time it catches me by surprise and it's not until I nearly have a heart attack, watching a minute soul clambering to 8 feet or so off the ground, that I think to remove the temptation to indulge in extreme sports.
I have to say that it's much the same emotion as when my son (then aged about 8) informed me that he was going to cub camp where they would be abseiling down a cliff face. EEEKK !!!!!!