Bastard cats. I spent half an hour this morning coaxing a frog in the kitchen onto a sheet of plastic while holding a bowl over it - I was too squeamish to pick it up.
Ted, I think you'll find the one on the left is merely left over from the retreat from Salonika. Mention Simon Wiesenthal if you want to put him off his game.
Sorry to announce there is a dead, all-black cat on the pavement outside no. 220 Barry Road. Looks like it has been knocked by a car. It has no collar and is medium sized.
Invasion of the duckling snatchers ... Just seen three huge carp in the lake - one of them over a foot long. That could account for the high body count. There is a new duckling today, so I hope it survives.