…is looking like an appealing option, cat-wise, after I slipped on what can only be described as a deal-breaker this morning on the way down to feed Molly and Woggles.
Enough philanthropy I think. Woggles is now shut in the Den, whilst Tilly is in the sitting room – both at Mother’s.
Poor Will, another morning spent trussed up in his car seat. In the meantime his cold is absolutely streaming from eyes and nose, poor little mite, but he’s so happy to be crawling around he doesn’t seem to mind anymore.
William's First Year 