Let's get one thing straight shall we... I was here first. Snowy and Sooty need to remember that. Ergo, all this is mine. The boat is mine, the mooring is mine, the yard is mine, the shed roof is mine and so on and so forth. They've got a back garden (mine also, technically) that they can run around in and make young fools of themselves so why do they still feel the need to make their way onto the mooring and down to the stone pile where I sometimes enjoy to sit of a morning.
On Thursday I had to face that Sooty character down as he came parading around the stone pile whilst I was taking the morning air. He managed to keep himself in check though and seems to know what's best for himself unlike that brother of his who has had to receive a thick ear on numerous occasions and who had to be chased hissing from the wheelhouse last Sunday. I won't stand for it you know. But Sooty seems to recognise who is top cat around these parts and as yet I haven't had to knock him about. Yet!
Then of course there's the dog but one has to feel sorry for her I suppose. Charging about barking all over the place, barging onto my boat and sending things flying, picking up the lummox's underpants in her mouth (I'm gagging at just the thought of that one), and eating any old muck that's placed in front of her. She's like a brown, furry wrecking ball. Personally, I don't think she's got the savvy to understand anything about the concept of territory which is fine by me. Those other two though...
And as for the humans, don't get me started.
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