Serial killer

...and her name is Pepsi. An elusive mini cat who as the instincts of the wild! Maybe I should stop buying wild bird food after she came in yesterday with a couple of very small thin legs dangling from her patent leather lips.

It's such a lovely day and I was going to knock doors out of windows.

Will have to make do with a day of domesticity interspersed with coffee breaks.

Very proud of HRH just now. After years of teenage parent worry, I have at last accepted that she is good and kind to others. (I'm working on me being one of the 'others'!)

Hope your day is as sunny as mine!