Here's Patchy, who lives next door. She is waiting for her dinner, which I was feeding her while our neighbours were away for the weekend. She is not usually visible so I grabbed a photo while I could.
Meanwhile, evenings in our house have become a race for the sofa. If Alan and I are too slow at making dinner, this is what greets us upstairs, and I am relegated to sitting in the middle...
If we win the race, I get to sit in my proper seat, and end up with a cat on my leg. Smokey wins either way...
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