Unhelpful cat is unhelpful

Just before I went out to the shops, Mr Pandammonium asked Mr Perkins if he wanted to go out. By the time Mr Perkins decided against it, I was about ready to think about setting off. When I went out to the car, Mr Perkins went outside with me.

Mr Perkins wanted nothing more than to loiter at the edge of the drive just out of sight of my wing mirror. I tried to encourage him into next door’s drive out the way, but he refused. I had to pick him up and plonk him down to get him out of the way.

Perhaps if I hadn’t had all these shenanigans to endure, I might have remembered to buy him some food.