While I was doing the dishes Ziggy was outside in the garden. He jumped up on the water butt, and clawed frantically at the window above the sink (which doesn’t open).
Is this the cat’s equivalent of a glass ceiling? Once I’d got the photo, Stephen (the sucker) went outside and rescued our ‘poor neglected’ cat. We all know who’s the head of this household!
“It’s Ziggy here who rules the roost
we are to feline slaves reduced.”