Being observed

After work I painted a bit more of the fence. I was accompanied by my little mate the fur child.

He had a poke and a sniff, made sure he'd had a pat and a scratch under the chin and then sat nearby. That was until a woman walking a couple of dogs approached, then he quietly slipped back in the open gate.

We had a visitor. The fur child wasn't too sure about this and while we chatted inside he quietly slipped out his cat door and observed from the court yard.

He likes staying at the the 5-star luxury cat accommodation but a house call from the owner was a bit scary for him.

Silly boy, she only called in for some spinach ;-)