Ana He loves Mr soop more... wouldn't leave him for second yesterday morning as he dug a trench in the garden. Rory opted to sit in the trench, looking adoringly at Mr S and, yet again, cleaning himself to within a whisker of whatever. We've never known a cat to be so particular. 
D'you Reckon That When Trump Dies.......
My daughter is lying about me and editing me out of her life.



Grannylin Have pedalled furiously hard on my exercise bike. Out of puff! May invite Rory in for a wee while. He was such a good boy yesterday afternoon. Didn't leave my side. Washed himself silly. Rolled over on his back, waving four paws in the air. Made me laugh out loud.



