Last night I went to a meeting in a pub, where I got to snorgle the pub cat. Named Moose. Big fat marmalade thing.*
I was petting him over by the bar when he got up and left abruptly. "Oh well," thought I. Imagine my delight when I collected my drink and went back to my seat and found Moose making biscuits on my coat. Yay! He settled in and stayed with me the whole evening. Yay for pub cats.
Here's a photo me making a scale model of Stonehenge for Pirate's model railroad:
*Why are marmalade cat always fat???