Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Cat Coffee

The day I arrived Zack turned up from the back of the garden waddling along with this in his mouth as if he were drinking from it, and proudly meowing out the side of his mouth.

Not sure if he's a bit senile and mistook it for a bird but its one of the strangest catty offerings i've ever seen.

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