The back garden has started to look like a regular meadow much to Bubbles' delight, as she loves to prowl & pounce amongst the wildflowers growing in the long grass. This garden wilderness, however, is not QUITE as much to our taste as it is to hers.... so out came the lawnmower.
Now Bubbles hates the lawnmower. I can think of probably three logical reasons for this:
1) It makes a terrible noise - like a loud, growling. ferocious animal
2) Its physical presence is intimidating - like a huge, hump - back animal with a fearsome, orange shell on its back
3) It "ruins" the lawn - munching away the very grass and flowers Bubbles loves to play in
It is THE ENEMY!
To top it all off, after my other half had neatly mowed the lawn; under constant observation by Bubbles at the window, he proceeded to leave it on the outside patio, right by the back door after he had finished.
Bubbles, on entering the garden afer the mowing debacle had finished, launched herself through the back door, then froze in shock, realsiing the mower monstrosity was THERE! She quickly composed herself then scooted past, onto the lawn, where she paced up and down, miaowing as if looking for all her lovely, long grass!