In Strange Places

I am still getting used to Tate roaming the house at will, even though it is only for periods where I have purposely let them out for exercise. I am back to always checking what might be under my feet before I move them.

"You very nearly trod on my foot that time. There's a 'treat toll' owed for that."

Almost B

BHV: Come on MrB, let's have a photo of you, we haven't been able to put your chubby butt on the blog for weeks!
MrB: Nope.
BHV: How about for a treat?
MrB: Oh, OK then...[snatch][scarpering off]...psych!
BHV: Joke's on you MrB, I took one anyway! I bet It came out really clearly too and...

BHV: ...oh. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. [sigh]