Anybody would think I don't feed this cat. Mayze brought me a present this morning, I don't know if she was planning on eating it, but she was a bit put out when I took it off her. She had dragged it through the cat flap and carried it upstairs to hide it behind the desk. It was the trail of feathers that gave it away. Poor little pigeon, naughty Mayze. This is the first hunter cat I have owned, have been lucky up to now that my other cats don't feel the need to do this. Oh well, she is only young, she might grow out of it.
I can't seem to get on with any jobs this morning. I have two pairs of jog bottoms which need lengthening. I bought them from Matalan a few years ago and they've shrank slightly, oh well I suppose that's what you get from cheapo gear. I've cut some strips from an old skirt, (I don't do skirts any more), to add to the bottoms. As you can see, cat has brought the job to a halt.
Oh well, I'll pop upstairs to do a bit on the computer. Oh no, now Lily wants to park himself on my knee, and he won't give up trying. I haven't the heart to shut him out of the room.
Now he is on my knee, come on Lily, I'm going to have to get up, I've got things to do. He is a silly old sod, going a bit senile I think, just wants lots of love. Toodle pip.