No gardening; just cat

Fat British ShorthairWanted to do some gardening today, but it’s pissing down as usual. If I set foot on the plot, I’d drown in mud like those poor bastards at Ypres.

So instead, I’m posting a picture of my beloved, overweight moggy. He was in a co-operative mood, and flashed me this obligingly winsome look at precisely the right moment.

It will be years before he poses again, so I thought I’d better make the most of it.

4 Responses to “No gardening; just cat”

  1. steph Says:

    Actually, he looks like he might tear your face off shortly. That slightly cocked head speaks volumes.

  2. Soilman Says:

    True… they’re buggers, cats. So hard to read.

  3. Celia Says:

    He looks as if he might be smelling something rather bad. Like my cat. Somebody gave me Jerusalem artichokes which I roasted in olive oil for lunch. They were delicious but…. oh dear.

  4. maureen Says:

    That’s such a funny photo, He looks like he has ATTITUDE