Hanging around

Today the rain continued a little bit then drizzled off elsewhere in a sulky manner. It's cold. It's grey. It's the middle of winter and hunting mice in the horse shed is shivery work, all that waiting, sitting still on the concrete floor. There's no fire in the horse shed so Jeremy found himself a post instead as Chief Headrest and Purring Warm Cushion.


With his physique he is ideally suited to the job.