The Washing

In the new garden I have discovered a new post. It is a big post in just the right spot for me to wee up and it is close enough to the cottage that I can get a quick squirt to the right height to protect my territory and rush back to get my breakfast before The Owner has had a chance to forget me and not put it down. I came rushing out the other morning, mainly to see where he had gone, only to see him paying far too much attention to the length of string attached to the top of my weeing post. Well the reason I was rushing was that I had a good head of pressure which needed to be relieved a little. So before seeing what The Owner was up to I went straight up to my post and emptied most of the content of my bladder. Feeling much better, I noticed that The Owner was hanging loads of wet washing from the length of string attached to the top of my post. He hasn't noticed yet, but I suspect that he may be wanting to wash his shirts and boxer shorts again before he wears them. I have the strangest feeling that some, well OK, most of the contents of my bladder may not have hit my intended target. The post. Instead it seems to have made landfall on his plastic washing basket... full of wet washing which is now even wetter. I think it smells much better for my little accident but I have the strangest feeling that The Owner might not feel the same way about it. I am going to make myself scarce for a while I think. There is an old rotted tree in the field outside the garden hedge and the sun may be upon it by now.