Sous (mes pieds) chef

Miserable weather, today, albeit for the first time in weeks, so the cats lurked around the house as the rain poured down. Whilst Flea generally sleeps on the back of the sofa in the bay window, whence she can occasionally open an eye and survey passers-by, Tux's choices are more varied and, frankly, bonkers. 

Of an evening, he has recently adopted the kitchen floor as his preferred place to doze. And although it was nice to have him there, this evening, while I made three bean chilli for me and Dan, I did nearly tread on him a couple of times. 

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-10.1 kgs
Reading: 'Underland' by Robert Macfarlane