Cat on the hat

Whisky loves to fall asleep on a discarded garment. Here, he has found Fred's hat on a cushion and has buried his head onto it, with a tail covering, of course. He's been my sofa buddy today as I've been working. It's official - he does sleep all day.

Talking of cats, when I woke up, there was a cat staring at me from the outside of the bedroom window. I'm not sure which neighbourhood cat it was since I didn't have my glasses to hand, but it wasn't Whisky. He was on the bed and staring right back at the peeping tom. Mind you, if it's the cat I think it was, then the tom is not a tom at all but her nextdoor.

If you get a chance, look up French and Saunders on the BBC iplayer (sorry, international folks - this is just a UK thing). The program they broadcasted on Radio 2 on New Year's Day had me in tears of laughter, especially the Madonna translated text bit. So, so, so funny. I'm so happy that they have a regular show each Monday - I'm hooked!