Yes, today is my birthday and I have the day off work. Hurrah! For my birthday treat we went to the RSC last night to see Patrick Stewart in The Merchant of Venice. It was superb, the first time I've seen it performed so that you can tell it's a comedy. It was set in Las Vegas and had a casino, showgirls, American accents, and a singing Elvis impersonator. Just brilliant!
And now to cats on Tuesday Wednesday. This week Pepper decided to attack Charlie, and Charlie being Charlie attacked her back and scratched her face. She's still sulking. Posky has also been sulking because his favourite vet Linda, who does the acupuncture, is on holiday so he can't go to see her until next Friday and is limping whenever he thinks anyone is watching him. That means that only Mrs Pod and Charlie were the cat representatives willing to help unwrap cards and presents this morning. Well, not so much help as stick their noses and paws in.
At first Mrs P just supervised...
Then decided to get personally involved...
... at which point Charlie decided that ribbon would look better on him
Charlie shows that man cats really can wear pink...
And finally... I almost forgot to say, Helen, Cath and myself completed the charity walk for Rainbows Hospice on Sunday. There were over 600 walkers taking part (including a real parrot, and a West Highland Terrier being carried in a rucksack) and we had great fun. Here is a rather bad photo taken on my phone of Cath and Helen pre-walk. Five minutes earlier and the photo would have been of them stuffing their faces with cupcakes.
