This is where mum's best most favourite horse, Mr. Who is buried. We like coming to his grave because there are lots of mouseholes there.
They have made the ground soft where they burrow and I whap with my paw to feel where they are.
Mum tells me she would rather I didn't eat them, but very often I do.
After that it was time to go back home.
The sun came out again and made our furrs look much brighter ginger. Eric decided to sit in the sun for a while.
Then mum called us and told us it was suppertime, so off we went again.
We went on ahead of mum so we would have time to sniff the gate before we went in.
An introoder cat comes around outside our purrison fence and poops by the gate, and he doesn't even cover!
Then we sit and wait for mum to catch up.
Hurry up mum! All this walking has given us an appetite.