The cat we didn't feed

It's been one of those days, which I think has been because I've been in one of those moods where the blues just set in and nothing quite went right. 

The washing went on, but without the washing liquid tab as the washing  was previously emptied by a toddler when everything was ready to go - and the tab didn't make it back in.  The toddler woke up in a very 'otherwise' mood and declared 'no' to everything. We went for a walk with his legs covered with a fleece, as it was a resounding no to trousers (I did insist on a yes to a nappy). 

It of course rained half way through the walk, with the washing hanging out in the garden.  See, one of those days... 

Nothing to complain about in the grand scheme of things, just irritations. 

But, to top it all off, as we made our way back in the rain, I approached our house and looked at the wall on the road, to see the cat we didn't feed (so called, as we swore, as she was a stray, that we shouldn't feed her, but we did).  However, we always knew that as a stray, her days were numbered.  And there on the wall, was the cat, very, very dead.  Poor cat.  So here she is, good bye cat.