The marvellous fluffiness of Pavlov's cat made me realise that there haven't been enough cats on this blog, despite there being plenty of cat action around Duck's Private Jetty.
Look at them.
Butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, would it?
But witness this:
That's what happens when you watch them too much. They start showing off. All over the garden, all over the house. Sometimes we have to put them on their naughty chairs to make them ponder their behaviour. It doesn't seem to make much difference. Where's the Cat Nanny when you need her?