Me and my mum were invited next door to watch the Paralympics opening ceremony on their posh big telly (3D no less, but I didn’t get a pair of specs…) and what does Mack do – climbs on the sofa and promptly goes to sleep for the duration. I thought he was a very poor host. When he comes in my house I play with him, groom his ears and generally look after him rather than flopping down comatose.
Seems I didn’t impress their cat which met me at the top of the stairs with a hiss worthy of Sherry, then took to the back of the sofa so she could glare down on me. This meant I was free to mooch round on my own to finish off Mack’s food – he has a RAISED feeding station – and snaffle a biscuit he’d refused. Not a bad visit after all.