Millie The Beggar

No I'm not being rude about her - just embarrassed! She sits outside the kitchen window of our Polish neighbours looking in and doesn't go until they have given her something. Normally it's a piece of Polish sausage which she doesn't eat but brings home through the cat flap. Today, she struck lucky with a masive slice of ham.


And then she came home and slept on her mat

until I disturbed her.