It continues to rain at Latimers - and elsewhere on the Coast of course. It's strange because it seems to fall in different places differently - it can be bucketing down at the Hospital site but as dry as a bone (but not for long) at home. The rain meant there was no work in the Latimers garden this morning so instead M and S gave the still-scratching-but-not-as-badly Pearl a bath. I'm sure she enjoyed the attention especially if it helps keep those naughty fleas under control. She has been on a new flea control substance but I'm not sure if that's making any real difference.
She was fairly tired afterwards and took a nap in with Em - not intentionally on her part I think - she had gone in there to be with S, fell asleep and, being quiet, S hadn't realised Pearl was there and locked her in. When she went back in a couple of hours later, Pearl was still there with Em on the bed. As soon as Pearl was escorted out, Em made a beeline for the litter tray. It seems that even though Em may be almost comfortable with Pearling the room, as long as she isn't eating the cat cookies, she may not be as comfortable on the floor with her rather than in the relative safety of on the bed.
When we got home this evening, Em escaped outside to have her drink and I took some litter tray things over to the bins - using the torch to make sure I didn't step in anything that was dog droppings, a toad or a snake. On the way back, being careful not to shine the torching Em's eyes, I pointed it up into the tree - and was surprised to see sleeping willy wagtails in the branches. They didn't stir which was good because there were still many hours until dawn. I could only see two there - one seemed bigger than the other - and neither of them was in the nest. So I'm not sure if either of them was the injured willy wagtail or if there was another one in the nest.
The kids were all in the immediate vicinity when we arrived home tonight and Tink even allowed herself to be scooped up and carried in.
