Just a little note to let you know I’ll be taking a short break following a family bereavement.
Thank you for your kindness, understanding and continued support. It means more than you know.
I’ll be back soon. Until then, please take good care of yourselves and those you love.
Fresh chicken for tea tonight.
He has Tesco’s… but it smells like farts, and apparently that’s exactly why Gwinny likes it. 🤢😹
So fresh chicken it is. His Lordship seems very pleased with the catering standards in the garden this evening.
The bowl is empty, the tummy is full, and the garden’s tiniest marmalade heatwave supervisor has officially clocked off for a well-earned horizontal life pause in the nearest patch of shade.
Before the garden stirs, before the day begins, there’s a quiet little ritual… one marmalade cat, one breakfast bowl, and a very happy start to the morning.
With the heat still lingering, tonight’s menu featured some lovely cold, juicy chicken. Sensibly selected, thoroughly inspected, and enthusiastically demolished.
The tiny marmalade breakfast inspector arrived right on schedule, carried out a thorough quality assessment, and confirmed the chicken met his exceptionally high standards.
The bowl is now suspiciously spotless.
Milkism of the Day:
Before there was a bowl of milk, there was a little ginger cat waiting to see his favourite human. The milk was just a rather lovely bonus
*in my dreams!!!