|How a crabadger might look, if I ruled the world.|
Focus, focus..........yes......badger painting. It went very well and I am most pleased, *Strokes beard like a super villain*, most pleased indeed.
In cat related news. Yesterdays roast chicken was lovely. I stripped the remaining meat for tonights curry, and then ambled off in my normal, slightly confused manner <think of a fourteen stone butterfly with a beard and biker boots> leaving the ribcagey bit of the bird on a plate. Some time later I heard a thump from the kitchen, but being distracted by internet land, thought nothing of it, until Ruth, going to the kitchen, started shouting at Mr Pie. I investigated further, to find the kitchen floor decorated with greasy swirls, and the dishevelled carcass nibbled, laying on the floor. The apricot horror looked guilty but unrepentant. That cat would be rubbish at poker. After all, he has no thumbs.