Getting the hell out of it

Eggy had Frontline today (anti-flea stuff). Not the thing he likes best. He was keen to hide in a cupboard afterwards, but couldn't find an opening, so he high-tailed it out of the house. Not before I blipped one back leg and his tail.

Not sure what the cat monitor is thinking - probably something like " you could have cleaned that window sill before you put it on public display."

Enjoy the rest of the weekend, those of you for whom it isn't already over!