My cat’s got thrush.
Lisa turned round yesterday to find the cat staring at her silently from the floor with a mouth full of thrush which she had to prise from its jaws. Then this morning I was making some tea when a stocky frog jumped out from under the fridge into the cats water bowl. I wish someone could have seen me trying to juggle it out of the door like a green bar of soap with massive super springy legs. 5 minutes of comedy gold.
So anyway, to celebrate the cats latest rampage, here’s a picture of her beak.
“Where the action happens”