Whose Bed Is It Anyway?



Tissues, whisky and Headstrong Cats

Aaargh, I’m coming down with a cold. I can feel it in my limbs and there’s an achy stiffness in my neck and shoulders. My eyebrows feel like they are slowly descending like security shutters. I’m going to curl up with a nice glass of whisky and a book, turn the ‘phone off and head to bed early.

Not Cat is gambolling around the garden. With the Loc8tor working this morning, I found him quickly enough, and i may be wrong about him finding a place in someone’s house. He was quite friendly, but not daft. He knew full well I wanted him to come inside, so he made sure to stay just out of reach; on top of the wall; in the strawberry tree; and when he did come down he went under a car. Continue reading