We love Tuesdays.
Tuesday mornings is when the bins get collected.
It starts with the 6am drumming and kraplonkering of the garbage trucks coming up the lane.
Then a "tweep-tweep-tweep" as the 1st garbo reverses closer to our house.
But by that time we're already on high alert.
We sleep inside, you see (direct descendants of the common house cat, would you believe it!)
But that doesn't stop us from picking up the first signs of "Tuesday Morning" (super-sonic hearing).
We vividly BARK our little noggins off. We dance and prance around the house and thus indicate that we HAVE to get outside to "greet" the "tweep-tweep-tweep" which involves EVERYONE having to get up of course. Hey, we're only being friendly. Not our fault it's currently winter and freezing cold and too dark to be standing out on the dewy deck in old-fashioned pyjamas.
And as luck would have it, we not only get one sort of garbage collected on a Tuesday mornings, no, TWO!! So the whole thing happens twice over.
Boy, what a festival - every Tuesday morning.
It get's better!!!
Since we're all up, we might as well go for a walk.
With all the emptied (or not so emptied) bins around, some lying on their back, we follow the irresistible scent of Bin Juice. Delightful.
Sometimes, there are BITS which we immediately try to hoover up before the pinkie yanks on the lead.
She doesn't know what she's missing. Yumalicious Bin-Juice-covered BITS. Arrrr.....
But when she really gets upset is when one of us tries (and sometimes succeeds) to climb and crawl into the tipped-over bins to get to the heavenly sweet-smelling jackpot of 10 year-old festered substance while the other distracts her with walking off into the opposite direction or pretending to go potty.
Hooray! We love Tuesday mornings!!
After all that activity we retreat to our Banana Lounge and enjoy the morning sun - we don't have to go to work!
INKY and MOLLY