Dad’s injured, but we’re too busy sleeping!
Normally it’s us puddy tats who are forever off to see our arch-nemises the vet.
But today it looks as if Dad should be going there as well.
For some reason his leg has turned purple and he can’t move off the sofa.*
We would go and keep him company, but the bed/garden/sun is too seductive at the moment so we’re enjoying those instead.
* he’s pulled his hamstring, the big cat’s blouse!