In which Amber is lively

Amber is large and plump and lazy.  She likes chicken and tickles and being combed and well, let’s be honest, sleeping.

That is most of the time, but occasionally she gets it into her head to be lively for a while.  In this case what kicked her off appeared to be me getting up early on Saturday to finish my baking for the flower show.  Both her and Saphy had a major attack of the zoomies – and since then she has been in active mode.

As well as her trusty “bullet on a string” her other favourite toy when she is in the mood, is the top off an aerosol – in this case from some insect repellent.  She likes to chase it around the floor and then pick it up and carry it back to you for you to throw it for her.  A retriever cat!

The less endearing part of this is that she loses it under furniture, requiring me to crawl around the floor to get it back.  A retriever human!

Anyway, after half an hour of this and the fourth hands and knees job to get back from under the chest in the hall I decided to stop the game and go and do a bit of dressmaking.   But Amber decided to help me with this as well.  She is so kind.