Tiger.

This is my girlfriend's cat Tiger, not my cat Sage.

I spent my morning with Bethan, lazing about and playing with Tiger, as I stayed at hers last night. One of the many reasons I adore Bethan is her cats, because it means she isn't deathly allergic, and can therefore come to mine, snuggle up tight in my bed, and not choke half to death. Which I can tell you, after my ex girlfriend's allergies, is a relief.

It's lunch time now. Happy blipping!