In an effort to make sure I don't leave again, the cats are keeping a close watch on me.
I'm not allowed to go anywhere without a catly escort, not even the loo. Whenever I sit down on the sofa, there's either a cat at my feet, or one sitting an arm's length away, making sure I don't bolt.
Target is happiest when plonked on my lap. Me, I'm not going anywhere.
For more cats, check out Gattina's Cats on Tuesday.