Mut and Mog

Although 'tis difficult to admit, Myself is in awe of the Teamwork between TB and TYK. The Mut chases the rat as it emerges from beneath the chicken hut, downs it with a hefty (and extremely dirty) paw and then the Mog dispatches it with a bite to its neck. (From painful experience Myself knows only too well how sharps TYK's tiny teeth are.)

Was truly, disgustingly cold last night. Nested in My comfy basket in company with TYK which unfortunately snores like a dynamo but is remarkably good at keeping My paws warm.