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It’s a wet and windy Monday. I’m indoors, doodling with ideas for Ten. It’s going slowly. There has been much prevarication.

The rich combo of an impending full moon and the wild, wet weather has been too much for Mr Stub. He’s been fitting round the house all morning, attacking feet and sundry invisible things, but this morning he had a bit of an epiphany. Startled by a sudden leafy gust to his rear end, he suddenly remembered that he’s a cat and  dashed up a tree.

As you can probably tell from the look on his face, this doesn’t happen often. There was a deal of panic at suddenly finding himself so far out of his comfort zone; he didn’t so much climb down as fall down, but he is now safely inside again (and trying to get up the chimney).

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