My Cat Plays The Bugle.

Or more accurately with bugle plants.

I sat outside taking in one of the five minute sun bursts we've had today - typical bank holiday in that it's cold when the suns not out and in Scotland of the last week or so it's not been out much. At which point Misty came wandering across and begins to snuffly in the border my mum had dug up yesterday. Anyone with cats can imagine what I was thinking. But no, she starts snuffling around some leaves, I figure she'll eat them and then she starts to sent them.

And I mean rolling around covering herself in fortunately dry earth and only looking a little guilty for squashing the plants.

She is a little weirdo sometimes, but it was very cute.