Do I Have To Explain It Again?

The very typical Chaiyya pose in late mid morning.  Heavy eyelids, claws peeking out - "give me half a cat stick, so that I can bat it around your office until I lose it under the sofa/armchair/chest of drawers/anything else I can find.  Then I will Meep at you until you find it for me and then I'll bat it straight back under something else.  We will play this game until I get bored and eat the cat stick.  Got that?  Good, I'll be back tomorrow."

Just one of the rhythms of living with cats.

A proper warm day here - with the exception of a 30 minute mini storm and downpour.  I would have mowed the lawn if it hadn't been for that pesky storm.  Mowing wet grass is no fun.