Climb on the tree, she said…
It’s gonna be fun, she said…
You must be joking ! I’m at the end of the branch, and I’ve my paws on twigs that threaten to give in…
… and there, if I turn ? Oh no, it’s not better… I’m going to fall flat on the face in 5… 4… 3…
– Pixie, do something ! Help me instead of leaving !
– Sorry, Zorro, but I go away before you fall on me…
– Fickle so-and-so !
Oh Claire, you are there ? If I am stuck at the end of my branch ? No, no, no problem, everything is fine !
Saturday was almost spring after the passage of the storm Eleanor-Burglind. We immediately switched from the rhythm “hibernation” to the rhythm “normal activity”.
We invited Claire and Momo to come to play outside with us and took advantage of the sun.
Our humans ate the Twelfth-Night pancake for Epiphanie in two steps, a little bit at noon, and a little bit in the evening ; this year, Claire made it herself, and she used a whole almond in lieu of bean.
The suspense was complete till the end of the pancake : nobody had found the bean.
Claire finally said : « It’s not possible, I definitely put an almond in this crown ! ”
And Momo answered: ” Then, I am a king since noon, because I crunched a thing in a piece, and … ”
Claire interrupted him ” And you didn’t ask yourself more questions ? ”
Momo : ” No, I didn’t think that you would put a bean you can eat ! “
The storm Burglind (called also Eleanor) hit Switzerland with violence on Wednesday : winds were stormy, so strong that they even made a train go off the rails !
And since the night from Wednesday till Thursday, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining… and we have almost not been going out any more for 2 days. Fields around us begin to be flooded, and several landslides or floods took place in various places in Switzerland.
Claire tries to propose us various activities so that we are not bored, but with such a weather, we prefer to sleep during the day. She manages to make us move early in the morning or at the end of the day only.
Nevertheless, I’m available at other moments ; moreover, towards midnight, I mew in front of the door of the bedroom to tell it to her. She once got up, but didn’t want to play : she was rather grumpy ! And now she doesn’t even get up any more when I call her…
Zorro is wiser : he waits until she gets up from herself during the night to invite her to play by chirping, but she doesn’t play either.
We need to know: does she want to play with us, or not ?
