Dreaming of Summer

We visited Jon's mother this afternoon, sharing a late lunch and having cats and hounds weaving around endlessly, begging for tit-bits, wanting to jump onto your knee or, as in the cats choosing - just wanting to be stroked. We were on to the coffee when we noticed the smallest terrier basking in the warmth of the heater. He looked as if he was in a tanning parlour! Such bliss.