It's typical British Bank Holiday weather today, so our bed cats are back!
Our neighbours over the road are away, so we're cat sitting for them at the moment. M came over to hand over the house keys a couple of days ago and cheerfully announced Fluffy's gone off cat treats. Since when do cats not go for cat treats I ask you? I think our two have in-built radar for when a hand goes for the treat jar in the cupboard, they appear that quickly. Honey decided to greet 'Uncle NAH' yesterday by crapping on the floor - luckily in the conservatory and not the carpet this time. So it's a lot of fun over there - I think I'll let NAH continue to deal with them for the time being ;)
Last night our next door neighbours came round for drinks, nibbles and a good old catch up. A arrived home from a GNO earlier this week to find Skimble eyeball to eyeball with a fox in front of our house. Neither animal was giving in until A got out of her friend's car, broke the spell and the magnificent fox melted away into the night. Until now we'd thought Skimble was a bit of a scaredy cat apart from when he's bullying Jess. Today we think differently.