Now That I Don't Have A Job...

...you might think I'd have more time for blogging. Strangely, I seem to have less. Make of that what you will.

Still, more time at home at least means I get to take loads more photos of the crazy things cats do. Because the internet can never get enough of that.

For example, here's Murphy. He likes boxes. He's also too fat for boxes. Dilemma.

Meanwhile, Molly has been complaining that I never feature her photos on my blog. She's just not as dumbassedly photogenic as Murphy, I guess. Here she is catching up on a spot of smartarse sunbathing.

And to finish off, here's some more crazy squirrel action from Colin...

Tomorrow - I'll attempt to solve the problems in the Middle East. With a photo of a wood pigeon.

Colin

This is Colin. Colin joins us for breakfast most mornings just after 6am. He climbs up the bird-feeder, eats a few pawfuls of seeds as an aperitif, then sits back and pulls the nut-feeder towards him for the main course. He chews the nuts through the wire squares till they're small enough to fit through the gaps into his mouth. Occasionally a magpie or wood pigeon will try to scare him off, but Colin has no time for stoopid birds. He's a squirrel with a mission. When he's had his fill, he slides back down the bat pole and disappears off into the woods. It's the same story almost every weekday... but on Saturdays, Colin has a lie in. He doesn't arrive for breakfast until after 9am. Lazy little bugger!