Pissed off pussy

The cat does not like me at the moment.

Yesterday, in an attempt not to fall asleep after staying up most of the night to watch the Oscars, I decided to do some gardening. This was the big job of chopping down the shrubbery on the south side of the back garden that is mostly not doing very well thanks to the trees next door taking all the goodness out of the soil. The only bit that was doing well was the large prickly thing next to the climbing frame of course which had to be hacked back regularly to stop it taking over. This has apparently upset the dynamics of the local cat chess game by removing several hidyholes, or at least I think that's what Mungo is trying to tell me.

Today I washed the kitchen, living room and hall floors. From the stare I've been getting this seems to have just added insult to injury.

Off to the pub for a couple of hours I think while everything dries. Back's sore from the furniture shifting and floor scrubbing anyway.