No asbo, no calendar. You have two-three months to capture the Spirit of Spring.
Mr C and I just had a rest from watching telly, lying on our backs, head to head on sofa. By way of gentle persuasion to give him ears'n'chin, I got a nose kiss and a furry cheek laid on mine so I didn't have to move.
He's barely moved for 24 hours except for comfort breaks and to review the buffet of Gourmet, Country Hunter, Dreamies, Exigence, grass (cat grass) and the drinks trolley.