Ticking off...

Its lovely to come home after work and be met by a posse of mogs; they're usually waiting by the outbuildings for me as I park the car. They run ahead and sit at the door while I lug my bags along the muddy path. I like to think its because they miss me while I'm out but really they just know that I'll feed them as soon as I'm through the door.
Obo had to have a stern word with the kittens - he likes to remind them of just who's senior cat...