It’s laundry day, and nothing attracts a cat like an empty laundry basket. I have no idea what that expression is about, but I havent laughed this hard in ages.
I was out in the garden, checking out the flowers, and looked up to see I was being watched. As soon as he saw that I saw him, Piglet tried to pretend he wasn’t spying on me.
I can’t sit down for two minute without some variation on this theme playing out. I would never have deliberately chosen a fetching fiend, but she’s funny as hell and I adore her to bits. How could anyone look up to see that and not laugh?
It’s not just Caturday. Today is also Henry’s and Polly’s got day. I cant believe I’ve had them six years. That just doesn’t seem possible. they were horrid, rotten, bad kittens, but they grew up into pretty fabulous cats. and who knew that Henry would be such a dog lover?