Cats. We all know they are fond of lying in some rather strange and wonderful places. So let us take Achilles as an example this morning.
My lovable white and ginger boy seems to have developed an absolute love for… hand basins.
It started at Nagua Bay and now I see it has followed us all the way to Country Mews. He’ll jump up on the toilet when you are in the bathroom, plead with you to open the hand basin tap so that he can drink the running water and once you’ve closed the tap and turned your back, BAM, there he sits.
And sleeps sometimes too it would seem.
Sigh, and here I thought it was only Chantelle’s hair clogging the drains that I needed to worry about! :P