I'm Not Very Popular!

Poor Miss Milly has had a less than great weekend.

As much as I might think Mr Wonderful is the best thing since sliced bread, Miss Milly is less than enamoured with him. When she saw him disembark from the back of the car yesterday, she took off into the house at a rate of knots that can only be described as impressive. She's met him before and knows what he's capable of!

Poor girl is not that enamoured of Mr Lawn-Mower either, and he made his bi-weekly venture from the garden shed to do what only Mr Lawn-Mower's can do - mow lawns, obviously. Back into the house she came.

After I had done my bit with said Mr Lawn-Mower, which I must say is not nearly as satisfying an experience as the one with Mr Wonderful, I did wonder where Miss M had hidden herself within her domain. As her blankies were flapping quietly on the line, I did think she probably wouldn't be in her usual position curled up on my *our* bed. After a quick check around the house, I must say I was a little surprised, to find her here:



Funny sort of a place for a cat to find comfort ... but who am I criticize ...

However, do we think she was less than impressed to find me snapping her pic?

Oh, hell, yes we do. I'm such a bad Mother. Who only knows what I might have been able to do to children ...