Flad fled

Is there a cat under that bench?

I think perhaps there is...

Actually, poor old Flad had a tough time of it this weekend as the sky was full of ear-splitting Typhoon fighter planes. Every time one went over, Flad shot in through the cat flap and cowered halfway up the stairs. We had been warned that there would be excessive aircraft noise as they were running a rehearsal for what would happen if there was a terrorist attack on the Olympic Games and the planes were taking off and landing from Northolt aerodrome, a mile away from here. I wonder if the other host countries did anything similar? It's a chilling thought. 

Here he is, in all his relaxed, furry glory. He's 15 now. I think that makes him about 75 in cat years. He deserves a relaxing snooze, doesn't he?