Little Miss Pepper rules her world. She is very much a Daddy’s girl and OH is obviously completely smitten, forgives her everything (including going through the compost heap and bringing 3 banana skins through the catflap into the house). They are a couple.
At night Pepper sleeps between us, favouring me with her feet side while OH has her smooth back. Lucky me! Twitch, twitch, twitch all night long with claws.
And the family group. Yes, dogs are allowed on our sofas but only if they’re earned it. One hint of being nasty to Monster and dogs are relegated back to the dog beds. Tis the Law.
World domination is hard work and breakfast time is particularly taxing.
This is Pepper’s preferred spot while Flossie eats her breakfast.
And, when I took this photo, I did not realise just how shocking it is! I am shocked. Yes I am. I am wearing my shocked face.
In Floss’ head, she thought this was all that was happening. Au contraire.
Marmite on toast is obviously food of the Gods and Rules of the World.
Now, what’s that song? “Every breathe you take, every bite you make…. I’ll be watching you!” (I paraphrase and misquote completely).