Graceless State

And that’s not the royal we. I’m talking about me and the stripey cat.

I know that he isn’t amused because once again he has decided that rather than use his litter tray, he’d rather go under the shoe bench. I suppose I should be thankful that at least it was a magazine that bore the brunt, and not my brand new, as yet unworn, shoes. No, the new shoes were the victims last time.

So very unamused.