This is her smiling. Yes, I do mean smiling, not snarling.
This episode concerns gardening so I thought I'd post it.
The poet had been busy in his garden. Now it was lunchtime.
‘I suppose you want your lunch too?’ said the poet.
‘Yes, please.’ said Ffili.
The poet placed a nice bowl of meat and biscuit on the floor by her water bowl and Ffili tucked in enthusiastically.
‘Perhaps you’d better go out for a few minutes, little one,’ he said.
Ffili went out. I liked it better when it was wild and grassy, she thought. She eyed the fork that the poet had left stuck in the flower bed. Strange that people needed a thing like that for digging. She could do it much quicker with her paws. She decided to surprise him with a bit of help.
She started on the flower bed behind the new plants. He hadn’t dug that at all. Her little paws flashed in and out and the soil flew behind her. It was good fun, especially when she came to the plants. They were tougher than the earth and she had to dig hard to get the roots out. She’d noticed how the poet dug out a lot of grass and stuff, so she dug really hard and even pulled some roots out with her teeth.
When she thought she’d done enough, she went in to fetch the poet. He was sitting by the fire with his slippers on, but he followed her out to see what she was wuffing about.
He was surprised but definitely not pleased.