Frosted glass

Today has been a busy day moving from one house-sit, temporarily to another about a mile away. I'll still be able to go and feed Pookie and Monty.

This house has one much-loved, handsome cat, Bingo, whose owner can't bear to put him into a cattery when she's away on holiday. He is like a child to her. I can understand that.

Bingo was rather camera-shy, so instead I blipped through the frosted glass of the door into the sun-lounge.