Felicity has been coming for breakfast for years now, but this spring she brought backup.
Four tiny cubs.
They arrived like a gang of fluffy delinquents — tumbling, pouncing, and generally treating my garden like their personal playground.I stood at the patio door watching them and thought:
Right. Time for the annual performance review.Felicity’s Cub Review 2026Strengths:
Felicity herself just sat there like a proud but exhausted single mum, giving me the look that said:
“See what I have to deal with? Now feed us before they start climbing the swing.”So I did what any sensible human in a dressing gown would do.I put out extra cat food, scattered a few more sandwiches, and whispered:“Try not to murder too many Walters this year, okay?”Felicity gave me one slow blink (which I’m choosing to interpret as “We’ll see”) and led her chaotic little gang off into the long grass.Maurice the Mouse watched the whole thing from his hole, looking slightly traumatised.The magpies, of course, just sat on the roof planning their next moss deployment.Another successful morning at Ghillie Suit Gardening.The end (until tomorrow… because it’s the same every day)
Right. Time for the annual performance review.Felicity’s Cub Review 2026Strengths:
- Excellent timekeeping. They arrive at 7:15am sharp, just after the Walters have cleared off.
- Very cute. Dangerously cute. The kind of cute that makes me forgive them for stealing half a sandwich.
- Pronking ability: 10/10. They bounce around the long grass like they’ve got springs in their paws. Pure entertainment value.
- Table manners. One of them tried to steal Felicity’s cat food pouch mid-meal. Bold, but rude.
- Volume control. They squeak. A lot. Especially when they spot me coming out with breakfast. It’s like having four tiny fox alarms going off at once.
- Respect for the Cordyline. One cub used the poor sulking plant as a scratching post. The Cordyline has never looked more offended in its life.
Felicity herself just sat there like a proud but exhausted single mum, giving me the look that said:
“See what I have to deal with? Now feed us before they start climbing the swing.”So I did what any sensible human in a dressing gown would do.I put out extra cat food, scattered a few more sandwiches, and whispered:“Try not to murder too many Walters this year, okay?”Felicity gave me one slow blink (which I’m choosing to interpret as “We’ll see”) and led her chaotic little gang off into the long grass.Maurice the Mouse watched the whole thing from his hole, looking slightly traumatised.The magpies, of course, just sat on the roof planning their next moss deployment.Another successful morning at Ghillie Suit Gardening.The end (until tomorrow… because it’s the same every day)
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