Mr Tiggy decided it was high time he penned his own blog post and tried to mucscle in on the keyboard as you can see.

Unfortunately his spelling left a lot to be desired and so he was banished pretty swiftly. In the meantime his outdoor “brother” Mr Roscoe was pretending to be a sleeping tiger blending into the soft bed of Mondo Grass in the dappled sunlight streaming through the leaves of the Crab Apple tree. What a life!