Spoonfed and writhing.

We got back from Elsa's overall very positive school parents evening, (see Clarebeme's blip for the full rundown) and while I was making the tea (dinner to you southerners) look who popped his head out from under Alice's bike saddle.

Rudi the sackless cat was just staring gormlessly at it wondering what he should do. I gave our unwelcome friend a prod with a wooden spoon to shift him ,and the cat, into action. Now it was just standing on the pannier rack and Rudi had lost interest, so not being too keen on the idea of a rat loose in the house I dispatched the vermin with the back of a ladle.

The cat later looked at me with an expression that read, "You bastard you killed my friend."