You're off out where? Evesham Cats Protection?? Nah, sorry, never heard of it. Make sure yer back for me lunch at 1:30 prompt and shut the door on the way out.
It's too cowin' hot Vic. 25 degrees and still not ten o'clock. Can't we go home a bit early?
Nope.
Mickey is hot an' all. He needs a bigger shelf to stretch out on.
Donnie.........
.........and Marie. Still here? What on earth is the matter with the world?
Tillie-Marie and Merton, her Tillie-Marie mini-me.
Tillie-Marie was chosen by a new family this morning and will be re-homed in a couple of weeks time, which is good.
All washed up and drying in the scorching sun. It must be 28 degrees now.
Well-earned final cuppa of the morning before Lucy comes in at 12:15 and, after a catch-up, we can go home to watch Andy Murray against that dastardly dirty-cheatin' Novak-fella.
We all agree, Andy won't win. Lose in four sets. Bound to.
Ah well.
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