This morning I got up late. Loved it!
Took some time to over cover the chocolate cake with icing sugar.....I mean it was nuts!
Realised I was running late - so I showered, changed and pampered on speed time. Packed my lunch - very, very small.....then went to lock up the house.
My cat was in on my bed looking a little stressed. I gave her a quick pat and went into the lounge, locked up and put on my boots. Looking at me over the top of my coffee table - Trevor the terrorist cat from next door. He looked very perplexed as I had cut of his escape route by locking the back door.
He went out the front door with a thud.
Why do I call him the terrorist? Well - He terrorises all the cats in the neighbourhood. My cat wont play with him at all.......and now his mates come here to play......He really is a bugger!
(I still laugh at his owners calling his name though - they have very thick Russian accents and Trevor with that accent is hilarious......)