Ewan Whyte
ewangunnwhyte.bsky.social
Ewan Whyte
@ewangunnwhyte.bsky.social
"Le patriotisme, c’est l’amour des siens. Le nationalisme, c’est la haine des autres." (Patriotism is the love of one's own; nationalism, the hatred of others.)
Romain Gary   (1914-1980)
Freya and Harriet were so bushed after yesterday’s #HedgewatchForAngie, they made a bush the size of a bear cub on the duvet! Sending love and hugs to Angie’s family at this sad time.
November 6, 2025 at 5:55 AM
Here's Freya hanging with Bluebill.
October 28, 2025 at 3:08 PM
Hi there, Auggie! I'm Pallid Harriet and I would love to be your friend. So would my sister, Freya.
October 14, 2025 at 6:25 PM
You tell Figgy if he doesn't stop eating wood, he might turn into a figgurine and have to go live in a museum somewhere and be all serious, with no more singing or wrestling or nothing.
October 13, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Hi Daisy, I’m Freya. Welcome to team!
October 11, 2025 at 9:44 AM
You four look like a Battenberg cake. You're lucky some greedy zombie with a sweet tooth didn't gobble you all up while you were asleep.
October 9, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Paws in for Angie.
October 6, 2025 at 7:50 AM
A day of huge responsibility for our Benjamin, Carouffe! Harriet and Freya have left him in sole charge of the front garden so that they can give today's #HedgewatchforSkippy their undivided attention. So seriously is he taking his duties that I had to take his mess out to him, and yes, his portion…
September 29, 2025 at 1:40 PM
even Romeo and Juliet, in a cast of one!
September 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Salvador Dali AND Gala
September 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM
One set of whiskers is whiskerier than two. Just think: you could play McCabe AND Mrs Miller
September 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Harriet lost in thought before embarking upon today's #HedgewatchForJude. She's thinking of Jude's family, as are Freya and I.
August 1, 2025 at 11:21 AM
It means he's a balloonhead, but at least he'll never drown,
He'll never wear a mortar board or academic gown,
He puts the cat in scatterbrained, the hick in chicken soup
And puts the wee in wiener and the poo in nincompoop.

(Sorry, Harriet wrote that for a giggle, but we love da Figgy really.)
May 23, 2025 at 9:39 AM
We are, dear Phoebe, and hope you are too.
May 21, 2025 at 5:33 PM
April 8, 2025 at 11:32 AM
This is sinister: the one person in the world WhatsApp invites me to follow just happens to be one of the leaders of the French nazi party !
March 31, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Figgy Fig's a copy cat
Chewy Chew's a soppy cat
Socky Sock's a stroppy cat
But Cheddy Puds is purrfect!
Purrfect!
Purrfect!
Cheddy Puds is purrfect!
Figgy Fig's a copy cat
But Cheddy Puds is purrfect!

[Freya wrote that. It's her very first poem. (And about time!)]
March 16, 2025 at 8:29 AM
Remind you of anyone?
February 22, 2025 at 12:39 PM
February 21, 2025 at 1:00 PM
p.s. Freya says she agrees too and thinks Socky and Chewy are beasts and should be ashamed of themselves.
January 8, 2025 at 12:27 PM
"Your sisters should be proud of you, sweet Ched, if it were I,
I'd sing like a cicada and my tail would touch the sky!
The King of Catalonia'd come courting each weekend
And every paw in Portugal would want to be my friend."

written by Harriet (aged 4)
January 8, 2025 at 12:27 PM
… and da mama could retire, and da Chewey could serve only the finest Darjeeling at her tea parties, and Socky could live in Versailles or Azay-le-Rideau or Chantilly, I expect, if she wanted to, and have hundreds of lackeys to pamper her or terrorise (as the mood took her).
December 30, 2024 at 6:18 PM
December 12, 2024 at 1:54 PM
You've got a whole canyon named after you in England, @fartycheddarcat.bsky.social It's called "Cheddar Gorge".
p.s. Freya and Harriet call you "Cheddar Gorgeous" (their little joke) and asked me to send you a trillion kisses.
(Not sure how many that is but it sounds like a lot.)
December 12, 2024 at 11:42 AM
We're Harriet and Freya. Delighted to meet you all!
December 12, 2024 at 10:05 AM