The Dairy King has failed to report for his evening milk appointment.
Both bedrooms prepared, heating discs warmed, milk bar ready for business… and not so much as a whisker in sight!
I wouldn't mind, but I've apparently been stood up by a ginger cat who doesn't even pay rent
Gwinny’s bedtime routine 🐈❤️
Two bedrooms, two cosy beds and two heating discs to warm up because His Lordship won’t tell me where he’s sleeping tonight.
Apparently, I run a five-star feline hotel, and the guest refuses to confirm his reservation!
The neighbourhood's smallest dairy enthusiast has popped round. Apparently his social calendar revolves entirely around my fridge.
Gwinny has had some food dropped off with his owners who will feed him this evening and in the morning. I’ve left a huge bowl of M&S chicken out for him
Just in case you wondered where he is later
Some mornings he arrives like a disgruntled customer. Today he arrived like a big, cuddly marshmallow.
🧡 Sometimes the kindest gestures touch your heart.
The incredibly talented Colin Davison from Kent has painted this beautiful portrait of our garden gremlin, Gwinny!
Thank you, Colin. I’ll treasure it forever.
Gwinny, meanwhile, is probably expecting a milk bonus!






