Feathers in my butt crack

The truth was, her laughter was worth any discomfort, even if it did mean playing fetch with agile little fuckers that seemed to take too much delight in walking under his belly, or squeaking at him and leaping aside at the last second. If he didnt know better, he would think the chickens were laughing at him too.

"That's what I have you, Bast and Marshal for." He grumbled, making another leap-catch for a chicken.
It ran beneath his belly, pecking at his leg in relation, and getting a little too close to the family treasures for his liking. He scowled, throwing down the metaphorical towel. "Look, you catch the chickens, I'll finish mending the fence" he grumbled. Shaking out his coat, and puffs of feathers seemed to fly off him. "Show off your agility to me, my love"