Here I thought laying on my side would deter Max from making me into his private cushion.
Getting ready to start the beer shirt quilt. Max is not as helpful as he thinks he is.
Had a stare down with a wee feral black cat as I was leaving the river. She broke first, and ran up the track and into the woods.
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is my cat perched on the headboard, staring down at me.
Max is under the weather, and so lethargic I took him to the vet today. It looks like he has a cold, poor thing.
This picture pretty much sums up our day.