Rush hour at the Fijian supermarket

Complete cop-out blip this evening. The day was spent/wasted with domestic stuff, so no blip potential there.

Off for a walk in the evening, and spotted the Fijian market's resident cat standing guard over his domain (unusually alert; normally he's curled up in the window display, sleeping on sari-esque* material and rugs, in baskets, or napping whilst draped over a mountain of bananas). And of course the second I hove into view, he suddenly pretended an all-absorbing interest in the rice at the back of the shop, and kept his head turned away until I gave up in disgust.

Cat 1, puggle nil.

* I say 'esque' because I don't remember the Fijian word