Spring Time

Spring time in the garden is nice.  Not too hot and everything is smelling green and fresh, and I get to roll around while mum hangs out the washing.  I am not too keen on photo sessions though.

New Room

Mum can tell it is spring time, cos I have moved round my sleeping spots and moved into the spare room.  I like to sleep on mums craft table on these towels, squished in between the sewing machine and the pile of cards.  It gives me a good view out the window so I can spy on the birdies and the neighbours.  I do come out for breakfast and dinner time and the odd snuggle, but the rest of the time you can find me here.