We are cat sitting at the moment. Meet Tiggy May.
She has made herself at home and has decided that the view of the village from our window is fascinating. She spends hours watching the goings on from our couch.
Something happened which really appealed to her and she needed a higher vantage point.
The funny little thing stayed like this for quite some time, obviously enthralled by something, possibly birds flying past. How I wish she could talk so I could know what was going on in her little pussy head.