A lazy day

I had a great night last night after my wee bid for freedom; I spent most of night running about bumping into things with my collar or just generally yelling because the door to the back lobby was shut and I couldn't get out the cat flap.

I jumped on Swannie at about five-thirty ( just can't get this "weekend" idea into my head) and she was not surprised to see that I had managed to get out of my collar during the night. I got away with it though, I've been very good and just ignored my stitches.

I've spent the rest of the day sleeping and getting over the events of the last forty-eight hours. Soon, I'll get back out my cat flap and I'll be living the dream again. Have a great weekend, lots of love, Daisy. xx