Grumpy Hugo

Every Sunday, as the wee Nephew and I walk to church, we call and look out for Hugo the cat. He lives in a house along the river. He is the largest, hairiest and grumpiest cat I've ever come across and for some reason I called him Hugo. Now - what was very surreal some months ago was when his owners were outside looking for him calling out 'Hugo breakfast". I'm either very good at guessing the names of cats or subconsciously I had heard him called it previously. I like to think I excel at guessing the names of furballs. Today old Hugo was clearly very grumpy as he sat outside his front door. Whether he was too tired from
partying all night to ring the doorbell or he been thrown out because he had scared the swans I don't know but he really wasn't very happy. Look forward to seeing my mate Hugo again next Sunday for some quality conversation.