The front of my house looks much better. There’s this
and lots of this
This one comes from next door, his name is Psycho and although he’s fed and cossetted to within an inch of his life, he hasn’t lost his feral street-smart cunning. While he distracts me with his handsome good looks and casual demeanour
the one with the middle parting sneaks in the back and scoffs everything in the kitchen.
I’ve got used to some funny sights in these parts, last night I saw what looked like a black cat dancing on the other side of my frosted glass door. It wasn’t dancing, it was chasing this
Glad to see the little guy got away.