Popcat

Having a lazy day after yesterday’s excitement. I got a bag of popcorn from the kitchen; green-eyes were glued to it before I’d even opened it. When I did open it, there was a lot of grabbing and pawing, then a lot of fur in the bag (see photo).

Mr Perkins forgave us last night for the abandonment after the pizza we’d ordered from the train arrived. He was mad-keen on the crusts and the potato wedges.

He is greedy and spoilt. And he’s supposed to be a carnivore, not a herbivore!