Tuesday, October 20, 2020

In the bird box

 


We have been to check Toots is still ok. His dear wife is away at the moment and there's not too many peeps around what with the C..... and everything. We sit in the Bird Box in the Garden with the door open. Rules eh?

We seem to have a slightly malfunctioning Keith at the moment. He is prone to go out at night through the cat phlapp and then come back in soaked to the skin like a over-wet dishcloth. Keith then proceeds to leap onto the bed!

1 comment:

Graham Edwards said...

Life is fill of lonely peeps and wet cats these days.