Flad hates the snow. He has had the hump all day. As I sat in my study he skulked past me and, I thought, climbed onto the bed and went to sleep, as is his wont. So I went in to give him a consoling stroke and... no cat. Nothing black and white and furry on the bed, on the floor under the overhanging bedspread, behind the chair... till I peeped into the en suite. From the look of him, I think he needs the toilet paper!
3 comments:
He's cute :)
He's back on the bath mat again today.
He looks, to me, like he saying, 'Do you MIND?!'
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