"Little Boozle's cats"

I couldn't work out why Wally seemed to be struggling with his ascent to the window ledge

leading to his cat run.

It might have been something to do with the 800 gram chunk of meat that he had in his mouth.

(To his credit, he got it down from the kitchen bench,

along the corridor

and up there with minimal fuss  

but juuuuuust didn't quite make it through the window
before he got nabbed)

I am thinking of re-naming my blog...

something like "Bad Cat-titude"

or "Free to Good Home"

or "My Cats Need Prozac"
They seem to get a fair whack of my blog time.