Hatmandu posts a picture of summery ecstasy, that makes me wish I were a cat.
It must be something in the air. This morning the office dog, who normally treats me with the sort of amiable disdain that animals reserve for very occasional petters, wandered over and looked at me like I was the keeper of his dog chews. When I started to pat his head, he gradually feinted downwards so that I followed him with my hand. Before I knew it I was giving the clever bugger a tummy-rub.
Uh-oh. He’s just wandered outside. Who will be his next victim, I wonder?