A week’s holiday has left me a bit behindhand with the latest dazzling arrivals in the CLC office, though normal service will be resumed shortly with the monumental Letters of Queen Victoria. But in the mean time, I am resorting to the last refuge of the scoundrel blogger: pictures of cats.
Working cats were exemplified by this writer, overwhelmed by his creative efforts and wishing his firm would invest in a word-processor…
… and by this cat in a carpenter’s shop, part of whose function was to sweep up shavings with his tail, and the other part to lure tourists into the premises with his grumpy and unwelcoming expression.
And that’s enough ailurophile nonsense for one week!