Well, it's nice, swifts are singing, the neighbors are away, the mice hide and go about ants.
It was time to open the ping pong.
Once opened, it takes about half the garden but it was still a little place to turn around.
Zizule slowly learns to place his body in space, she has no more than 2 years is almost more than at a computer in an RSP or a landfill (which is sometimes the same, smell included).
Chosen, obligingly sends only balls centered while cursing lovingly Zizule that keeps ricanner and send the ball to the neighbor.
ricanne But why does the Zizule?
Because in the middle of the ping pong table, there PetiChat trying to intercept balls:
As his head goes left, the body continues its path to the right, and 3 of his paws entangled in the net ...
Despite this grotesque position she finds a way to extend the fourth paw and nab the ball to move the wedge against the can and wait for them to come back to the big hug reinforcements / soaping.
I must say that I cried with laughter, she slept well that night and our toes remained at rest.
Promi: the next post, I do not mean the cat
