That phone case is very pretty.
Following my 11 years ago theme, 11 years ago I collected the dog crate from the vet, and its contents, a rather groggy little cat who had been declared definitely male, whose nasty infected bite had been cleaned, whose large wurrum burden (he used to live with hedgehogs, they carry weird stuff) had been zapped, and whose testicles had gone where they could no longer lead him astray.
Over the next few days he happily ate his antibiotics and purred at me and the dogs and at Hector and at my mother and even at my father, who by that stage didn't know who or what anything was, except for our new little friend who was pronounced 'a very nice cat'. Quite possibly his last words, he had two weeks left.
I've been reminding Booboo of it today, and singing him a 'happy Oscar day to you' song, and he's been drooling with happiness. Such a darling boy.
And, after a couple of coffee morning Wednesdays of cheese scones I varied the menu with tea brack; that vanished astonishingly fast. Will do that again. Though we are all getting a bit impatient for the pub to re-open so we can go back there. The rumour mill has produced a second potential new owner-manager, but no dates.