Chewing a paw

As part of a grooming session. I'm quite glad I don't have to chew my feet.

I went to my first pottery class this afternoon but no tutor showed up which was a bit of a let-down. I also managed to have a fall on my way there, partly as I was running late - the bus had taken ages to get through the tram works. No great harm done, I'm glad to say. I must have strong wrists as they've survived a number of falls now - but I would rather not push my luck. 

Back-blipped from 9th.