Heroes and Villains

Anyone who says that animals can't act, hasn't met my two.

After a busy day, where I lost sight of the woods for the trees for a moment or two and where I felt as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button, my two boys put on a wonderful 'play' for me.

I was quickly snapping a desperation blip of a pretty but uninspiring orange flower, when Pio swept in and grabbed it. He raced across the garden and into the bushes.

Cousteau, seeing this dastardly deed, hurtled after our villain, making him drop his ill-gotten gains. Our hero then returned the flower to his mistress, dropping it at her feet and relishing in the pats and cuddles he got for his efforts.

Man, these guys make me laugh!

Late night. Then bed.