Let me present to you…

Punken, Pugsy, Vivianne, Kiki and Ronnie Biggs

Punken, Pugsy, Vivianne, Kiki and Ronnie Biggs

Oggy and Esme deciding who’s king of the garden

Oggy and Esme deciding who’s king of the garden

Esme won. We’ve actually gone onto calling her Mean Esme...

Esme won. We’ve actually gone onto calling her Mean Esme…

from left: Vivianne, Captain Pugwash, Bigsy and Punken

from left: Vivianne, Captain Pugwash, Bigsy and Punken

Kiki and Vivian

Kiki and Vivian

Punken was named first because of the punky afro. Now we’ve got to know the others a bit more and after a very creative thinking evening here is the list(we needed to write them down to remember): Punken, Kiki, Vivian/Vivi, Ronnie/Renée Biggs/Bigsy, Zappa and Captain Pugwash/Pugsy. The latest pictures are actually from a few days ago, now they’ve grown even more. Let’s hope they all make it to adulthood. After my morning swim I look out the window while getting changed at exactly the same time as Oggy the cat charge into the hen yard, the hens attack and scream, I open the window(starkers) and shout and hiss at him, he lands and turns around and runs off. A few hours later I realise that he keeps shaking his front paw, thinking the hens managed to scratch or peck him I pick him up but as it turns out his paw had landed in the massive vile-smelling hen-poop-mountain I saw this morning! Obviously it was too disgusting for him to clean in the normal feline way. My son filled the zink up with water and I held Oggy in a wrestlers hold and cleaned him up. I really wish that experience will keep him out of the hen yard but I doubt it. Good job we have a couple of amazing protective mums looking out for the little chicks.