The Mask of Zorro - He Rides Again

I'll wriggle where I choose, my garden or not.

My favourite tarmac roof in the sun plus drainpipe.

Phew, what a scorcher!

How's my posing?

Annoyingly Nosey Neighbourhood Know-it-all

As tough as life gets (stree-eetch!)...

What evil out there lurks?

Correction, it's my bowl and spoon now.

I caught Yoshka licking up the rhubarb yoghurt from my bowl I put down next to the computer. I should be annoyed, but it's organic and low fat so I'm rather proud of her choice.

No, you can't sleep on the table. Oh, go on, then ...

"That cat is not even ours and you're encouraging him to sleep on the table!" my wife complained. I denied it in no uncertain terms, of course, but the two comfy cushions I had positioned carefully in readiness before his gracious arrival betrayed me.