I regularly go for a nap on Sunday afternoons, which makes me a cat magnet. This was the view when I woke up one afternoon a couple of weeks ago.
I have Ted to thank for today’s pictures. He stood on his head and photographed the four cats in their banana-box under the dining table. It’s been pretty well chewed since the last time we saw it. I’ll have to pop to Tesco for a replacement.
I have just given the living room the sort of hoovering which makes interesting rattles up the vacuum cleaner, allows you to discover long-lost treasures under the sofa and surprises you when you discover the real colour of the carpet.
It’s now perfect to roll around on and indulge in a little light wrestling.