This afternoon I found Henry and Ron busily investigating a bumble bee which had somehow fallen into their clutches. They were fascinated by the sound it made, and had batted it about enough for it to be not very well at all. Pete removed it, as what we really don’t need is a kitten with a stung mouth.
However, I fear this may be inevitable, as they are sproinging round the garden chasing anything that flies. Or buzzes.
|Originally published at the Tribe.|