The planets must be curiously aligned, or it’s the dawning of the age of aquarius or something, in other words all three of my sisters are once again in Shropshire. While the sister-glut means that I’ve been getting yummy grub and have been ferried about all over the place, there are also darker moments. For example, I have been heartlessly abandoned at the hospital after a radiotherapy appointment with some flimsy excuse about mobile reception. This abandonment forced me on to a bus (oh the horror). To add insult to injury I’ve also been told that my hair is like a doormat. How I suffer. Would anyone like to adopt me?
I’m still at my sister’s house as the building work at my place continues. Fingers crossed I might get a kitchen roof this week. Cyril and my sister’s cat, Tuppence, are slowly learning to tolerate each other. See below for a united approach to Squirrel Watch.
|Let's get 'im!|
And, finally, if you’re sick to death of cat photos you’re in the wrong place. I went to Shropshire Cat Rescue again today and look what was there.
|Want one, want one, want one!|