Hmmm....

The people are doing something in the garden, and I know not what. They went out while I was under the bed this afternoon, and when they came back they had bags of gravel and other things.

They put the gravel bags on the ground -- barely missing the pieces of slowworm that I'd left to cure in the sun, I might add. They would have been in so much trouble if they'd've squished that, I can tell you.

Then they started moving plants and flowers around. This kind of unnerves me for two reasons:

1. I had become quite accustomed to where things were, and I thought it was all just right the way it was;

2. It seems I must have missed the meeting when all of this was discussed. When I say I "missed the meeting", of course what I really mean is that they held said meeting without me, and that is not something that sits well with a cat.

To make matters worse, on close inspection of the gravel I have to ask myself whether anyone gave any thought to the size of the gravel versus the size of the gaps between the pads of my feet. I'll wager they didn't...