The cats have had an adventurous week. Indeed, Hex nearly gave me a heart attack. Karl and I returned from work yesterday, opened the back door as usual, only to be tripped up by Fudge while Hex made a dive for it. It was a set up, I’m sure of it. Karl had to make a run for it down the garden, in the dark, chasing a black cat. Easier said than done. Thankfully he was ‘rescued’ half way down the path and peace was restored.
Fudge got up to mischief earlier on in the week, rendering a half-used toilet roll in to shreds. Never have I had a cat that is so fascinated with toilet tissue before. Of course, it’s only one of his weird habits (he likes eating burnt oven chips, too).
Anyway, picture time! Apologies for the terrible quality; I had little light, and I’m not entirely sure how the whole tweaking contrast/colours/etc bit works in GIMP yet:
As you can probably tell, they were less than impressed about being poked for a picture. They’re not keen on the cold nights at all, and spend all of their free time (i.e. whenever they’re not eating) under the radiator.