The Scramble....

Morris, the Maine Coon, will sit outside our bedroom and yeowl pathetically to be let inside. Never mind the fact he has a cat-flap door nearby. He either waits for the ranchslider door to be opened or does a scramble up and through the window. He then expects to be fed.
I have been lying low today. Over the last few days I have feasted on lots of fresh sweetcorn. I’ve found it too much of a good thing. So it’s rice pudding only tonight.