Cats on Tuesday...

It was a lovely sunny day on Sunday, the cats took advantage of it by lurking in the garden.

Posky was being strange with a rose bush.

'My face is stuck! My face is stuck!

Don't just stand there taking pictures, get it off me!'

 After that excitement, I was busy trying to take a photo of my feet.

Posky: Whatcha doing?

Me:  Trying to take a photo of my red shoes.

Posky: Can I be in it?

Me: No

David and Pepper had some kind of mutual admiration society thing going on.

David: 'You're a beautiful little cat aren't you?'

Pepper:  'Yes I am'.

This annoyed Charlie intensely.  Most things do.

'Look at Princess Tippy Toes over there.  I want to slap her. 

Oi Pepper! Stop acting like a twerp
or your friend the Buddha here might be
going the same way as Humpty Dumpty,
know what I mean?'

This gave Pepper such a moment of existential angst that she had to run over to check on the Buddha.

'Speak to me! Speak to me! Are you alright, did he hurt you?'

Posky then had words with Charlie.

Posky: 'Get over yourself!'

Charlie: 'Who's gonna make me?'

At which point Mrs Pod, still out of sorts from her trip to the vet, stepped in.

'Posky, don't just stand there, hit him!

Pepper, stop prancing about, and Charlie,

if I have to come over there to sort you out 

I am going to batter you into your next incarnation.

Now shut it, the lot of you!

Charlie: 'Cor blimey I'm off...'