Pets Forever...

His greyness...

Because the vet commented that he was such a star when he had to have a blood test etc Posky takes pride of place in the Pets Forever slot this week.  They still talk about Mrs P's behaviour at the vets - and not for any good reasons :O)

It's now British Summertime and the clocks went forward an hour last night.  It's better for me as I always wake up at 5am for some reason, and now that it's actually 6am on the clock it somehow seems a lot more reasonable.  The cats don't care as long as breakfast for them is first thing on my agenda for the day.  It was funny this morning as I'd arranged to pick Cath up at 7am to go for our weekly walk - but guess who'd forgotten to put her clocks forward and was left running around like a dervish trying to get dressed whilst I fussed her cats? (Well one of them anyway, little Basil is very friendly, and oh so tiny compared to our monsters.  He's even smaller than Pepper and she looks small against our other three), Henry is a martyr to his nerves, and Pusskins (or Tripod Boy as we call him since he had his leg off) just cast suspicious glances at me from the cat climber. Obviously my cat-whisperer routine needs work.