Just like Sven
The cat can't sleep. Well, she can, because that's what she seems to spend large parts of the day doing, but unfortunately she insists on waking up at 4am and making a fearful racket. Consequently one of us invariable has to get up and let her out of the lounge where we are keeping her at which point she promptly goes and walks over the other one of us to try and rouse us from our slumber.

Needless to say this is becoming slightly annoying.

It wouldn't be so bad, if we weren't also being woken on occasion by some foxes that appear to delight in making a noise in next doors' garden, and according to our curtain twitching neighbour spend the night on our doorstep.

Perhaps we could arrange some form of exchange trip with Jonny B? Some of his rabbits could come and eat the weeds in our garden, and our foxes could dine on the remaining rabbits in his.

I must admit to being slightly disappointed in the foxes as I've yet to see them do anything fantastic.

I don't mind the foxes in the garden so much, but would be grateful for any suggestions as to how to shut the cat up.

Maybe the cat is simply trying to chat to the foxes? Maybe that’s what is fantastic about them, maybe they speak cat. Maybe we have foxes with a gift for languages.

That's it! Our foxes are the equivalent of Sven Goran Eriksson – generally quiet, but with a gift for languages, and always chasing pussy.
- posted by Paul @ 10:26 am