Emergency blip!

Being an accountant, I took a moment this evening to calculate how many Sundays it will take me to get to 500 blips at my current rate. JEEZUZ!! Only another five years!

Well! If that figure didn't put a fire under me!

I rushed about the garden, phone in hand, snapping like a mad thing. But nothing particularly glorious came of that.

Good thing I've got a cat.

"WHERE'S CAT?!", shouted I.

There she was. Curled up in her sausage.

That sausage is a lovely little puffy unit made especially for cats, with adjustable draw strings on each end, so's you can tie it up to fit your curled up cat perfectly.

(I've obviously under estimated her girth).