Rolley

Whenever I come into the flat after a time away (in the office, etc), Whisky presents himself on the target rug. He does a system of rolls, or 'Rolley' I call it, then I have to follow him to what he needs, usually food.

Tonight I was treated to a lovely curry by Fred's aunt and cousin. We had a great chat, caught up on the week's events, and ate a copious amount of food. YUM!