A Lack of Love in Some Quarters

TB loves its new pen. Nobody loves TB.

CM stuck its furry face over the (repaired) fence and withdrew it quickly when TB launched itself upwards to say hello. Not that it can jump very high (hardly at all in fact) but it is the thought that counts.

And thinking of that, I really must find a little treasure to say thank you to Them for letting me sleep in the living room each night. Maybe a rat. Ate yesterday's mouse as it had been senior food pouches (fishy) for dinner.