In my pre dawn bleary-eyed state this morning I picked up the pack in which I haul my stuff around on the back of my motorbike and headed out the door for another thrill filled day at my course, coff coff.
 
The pack was quite heavy, but I've been hauling around all my books so I never gave it a second thought. I dumped it beside the garage door while I opened the gate, but as I headed back down the drive I realized that something didn't look right. There was an odd lump on one side of the bag. On closer inspection it proved to be a cat's head. Mortimer, my Devon Rex, had somehow mananged to pack himself and was on his way to work with me. He was highly indignant to be summararily removed and returned to custody. He's obviously been watching The Great Escape. Well, at least his little escapade woke me up!
 
 
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