Roxy.

Roxy lives across the road from us. She spends hours, peering over the wall, looking. Looking at anything and nothing. She usually has her mate with her, Mischief. Mischief is her cat brother. They look like a pair of bookends. Mischief obviously had better things to do today like poo in my pebbles.

In other news. I had a riding lesson today. I was made to work very hard, and doubt my chances of walking tomorrow.