When I was really poor, I got so fed up having only T shirts and old sweat pants to wear, that I tried to make a suit out of curtains. Now I can afford to wear anything I want. So I wear T shirts and old sweat pants. Probably some moral to this story. Anyway, here's a cat.
I'll be the next James Bond but I'm not doing any running around or working after 4pm. And no Martini. Bollocks drink, that. Oh, and he's from Reading and swears a lot.
We (and rescue dog Diana 🐾) would like to say a big thank you to @Forthglade for donating lots of yummy food to us as part of its 50 for 50 initiative. High paws! 🙌💫