First of all I apologise for the quality of the photograph. My shake is very bad in this hot weather and there was nowhere to rest my hand as I took the photographs. If I tell you that this was the best of the dozen or so I took you will realise that I did my best.
I love cats and would love to have one. Pretty sure that Tess would tolerate one - she didn't fall out with the farm cats - but I live on the side of a busy road and the risk of it being run over is too great.
So imagine my delight when I got up early this morning to visit the bathroom and found this monster asleep under my hedge. It was too dark to photograph him - he was curled round fast asleep. Two hours later, when I got up, he was still in the same place but not curled up so tightly. He looked at me with utter disdain, sat up and began his morning ablutions, making sure he washed every inch of himself. Then he stretched, yawned and sauntered off - no thank-you for what had obviously been his bed for the night. No call for breakfast. Come back anytime you like Mr, Tom - you are most welcome.