Rory - one white whisker

he was sleeping on his ‘hammock’ when we arrived home and had to move one the phone appeared. Never one to be brushed he now lets me comb him in return for squirt of paste I give Tiggy to prevent fur balls. It turns out Jack likes it as well, Tiggy isn’t keen, she lets me open her mouth briefly to scrape it inside.   An enjoyable day in a slow way, jobs completed without intending to, cold at times with the cats preferring to stay inside most of the time.