The neighbourhood foghorn has sounded.
Gwinny has arrived, the tea time department is apparently running behind schedule, and the management would like to know why nobody is taking this emergency seriously.
He promptly stuck his head under cover and left his entire backside sticking out in the rain.
Apparently, as long as his face is dry, the rest of him can take its chances.
Honestly, you couldnβt make this cat up!
Well, Gwinny made a dramatic exit from his spare bedroom this morning, only to discover it was raining
Naturally, the purpose-built dry feeding shelter was completely unacceptable.
So, being the devoted staff member that I am, I found His Ginger Majesty another lovely dry spot
Gwinny spotted me, then immediately pretended he hadnβt. Apparently, he was just casually passing through on important ginger business.
Unfortunately, Gwinny, your acting skills are about as convincing as your claims that nobody ever feeds you.