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Poo and Spew

Top to bottom: JJ, Fudge, Dexter
I am house-sitting for Karen and Steve, while they are away on Kaz and Steve's European Adventure, looking after field spaniels Fudge and JJ, and cats Midnight and Miss Pepper Pots. I have brought King Fred of New Farm, and of course there is Dexter.

It's fun, being surrounded by - and even covered in - so many furkids. However, there is a fair amount of animal husbandry involved.

For starters, Freddy gets carsick, and had pooed within minutes of us leaving home on the way over here, and then spewed a few minutes later. Poor Freddy-Bear.

I'm not sure which kitty spewed this morning, but I'm glad that I saw it before I stepped in it!! Happily, there has been no doggy spew, which is much more voluminous.  The only poo I've had to clean up has also come from the cats, and has been contained within the litter trays. There was one oops-someone-missed-the-box wee, but that was in the laundry, so easy to clear up.

I don't have to pick up the poo outside, either, as a nice young man called Luke is undertaking the grounds maintenance at Hotel KaznSteve for the duration.

Other than that, there's just the feeding, filling the water bowls, cleaning the litter trays, and trying to find a space on the couch that's not taken up with a warm, furry body. I love it!
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