Metal Mummy

Freyja’s poo-art has been a more-than-once occurrence. Luckily, only twice. So far…

The annoying thing is the second time she did it, she decided to make a mural in the same place as last time, so the paint has come off the wall and it looks crap (fnar fnat, just realised the pun). It’ll have to wait until I can afford to decorate.

The past few days, she’s been a bit up and down with naps. She doesn’t always want one, but sometimes she does. Yesterday we went to a local pub for a Venison lunch with some friends, and she was so knackered she fell asleep on me for an hour – something she hasn’t done for about a year and a half. I must admit that, despite losing feeling in one arm and having my bladder pressed on with a booted foot, it was lovely to be her source of comfort again.

Today, I thought I’d try her at a little nap again. I wasn’t going to let the poo-painting happen again. It would seem that the Twinkle Tog I reviewed previously has thwarted her attempts of “stritting” – It’s another new word for you (I know, my middle name should be Oxford English)…

Stritting. To strit -verb (used without object).

To remove ones clothes and shit all over the bed.

No stritting today!