Sunday 21 October, 2007

I spy, with my little eye, something begining with M. (or is that an R?)

When we got back from seeing Michael Clayton (good) and The Kingdom (kind of weird) this evening one of the cats had organized a present for us. We think it was Bird, though it was Wilson who was attempting, ineptly, to catch it as it raced around and up things. After an enormous amount of carry on Virginia herded it into a Fowlers Jar and then we released it a few streets away.