Francesca and I were lounging on the terrace the other day when we spotted Sir Frosty, one of our cat cousins. He's kind of shy and we don't see him very often. We had ourselves a good laugh because it appears that Sir Frosty doesn't seem to me much of a hunter. Maybe we should have given him some tips.
Look, Francesca, Sir Frosty thinks he is so cunning waiting in the tall grass for little birds to arrive at the bird feeders. We can see that fluff ball a mile away.