Mr C wailed at me to make sure I was watching him this am as he tottered onto the balcony - and I did, enjoying the sweet sight of an elderly tabby about to settle in a sunbeam under a canopy of geraniums in full bloom.
He looked me full in the eye and peed on the balcony floor.
i think that's his way of saying he's too old to use balcony tray. Fair enough, it's quite a high jump, and it's also an insanely expensive planter that I fancy putting a tree in. We won't go into what happened to the nectarine mini-tree, so fashionable and so pretty.
I'm going to get a coffee now. Send off for a tray, etc. Rubber gloves out again.