Hot Dog

.. on the splintery bench.

The cats are not happy that Mabel is visiting from Paris. Monty scarpered out the door at breakneck speed, nearly taking the cat-flap with him, as soon as she discovered him last night and hasn't been seen since. Please come home, Monty.

Pookie doesn't relinquish her home comforts quite so readily and was found taking refuge in a comfy bucket in the greenhouse. (See extra.)

We humans have spent most of the day chatting round the kitchen table.