Ghillie Suit Gardening – Night Shift Report: Felicity’s Solo Night Out
Last night the garden was suspiciously quiet. No hedgehog. No Barry Junior digging up the lawn like a furry JCB. No Farron chirping his little head off. Just one very familiar face making herself completely at home.Felicity turned up for her night shift, patrolling the lawn like she pays the mortgage. The repositioned camera caught her beautifully — big, bold, and utterly unbothered. She even hung around until morning, basically saying “this is my garden now, you’re just the staff.”
Breakfast service was duly provided: premium chicken cat food, a pouch of dog food with peanuts, and a small bacon sizzler. Clean plate. No cubs in tow. She’s clearly decided she’s on the permanent roster.At this point I think it’s safe to say I don’t have a fox.
I have a garden dog.She’s sleek, she’s quiet when she wants to be, she stares at me through the lounge door like she’s judging my life choices, and she’s here more often than some family members. The only difference is she doesn’t ask for the Wi-Fi password.The camera is working fine. The animals are just refusing to be in the right place. Typical.Current Cafe Score:
Felicity – 1 (professional squatter)
Everyone else – 0 (ghosted me)
Me – still feeding the fox I definitely didn’t mean to adopt
Breakfast service was duly provided: premium chicken cat food, a pouch of dog food with peanuts, and a small bacon sizzler. Clean plate. No cubs in tow. She’s clearly decided she’s on the permanent roster.At this point I think it’s safe to say I don’t have a fox.
I have a garden dog.She’s sleek, she’s quiet when she wants to be, she stares at me through the lounge door like she’s judging my life choices, and she’s here more often than some family members. The only difference is she doesn’t ask for the Wi-Fi password.The camera is working fine. The animals are just refusing to be in the right place. Typical.Current Cafe Score:
Felicity – 1 (professional squatter)
Everyone else – 0 (ghosted me)
Me – still feeding the fox I definitely didn’t mean to adopt
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