The sky, the chives and next doors cat.

Next doors cat, Mischief, has started to come in and eat Marvins food.

(I can't complain, Marvin walks past Mischief and his dogsister Roxy and sleeps in their house, eats their food and uses their garden to crap in. How can I complain? Perfect cat behaviour. Well trained too.)

Mischief is supposed to be on a diet. He's already lost, 3kg. Greedy, fat git.

He's obviously fallen off the wagon though, he's in my kitchen filling his boots, belly and his back-pack with Go-Cat as I type.