Yesterday we were preparing our usual Sunday BBQ (lamb, supplemented by a stir-fry of mushrooms, aubergine and French beans in garlic).
Target adores this kind of day, and was happily lying behind my feet in the kitchen. I'm convinced he does this so that I will trip over him and then he can claim extra lamb in "compensation".
Anyway, the kitchen cats were playing in the trees outside, full of the joys of life after a boiled chicken liver breakfast. Climbing about, they looked into the kitchen and shouted, "Meoooooooooooowwwwww!" as in, "Look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Target took one look and had a hissy fit. He was convinced they were after me, his lunch or both. So he got up onto the counter and guarded the lamb.
He didn't sniff at it, lick it or go near it; he just sat there and watched it. And every now and again, he turned to look over his shoulder to hiss at the outside cats.
I do love my little fur brain.
Roll your mouse over him to see what he's thinking.
Also, I found some errors in Wildcat in Moscow, the romance I wrote last year. If you bought it, please download the new version. If you haven't, please check it out. The next book, Murder in Moscow, will be out soon.