A Really GOOD Day

There she was just a walkin down the street...

...guiding my Donkey and shuffling her feet

Tip my hat here, a nod over there, a wink to the marmalade tabby by the school.... 

We were overtaken at the corner near the V-E-T by a shaven k9 driving a blue car. At least I think it was driving. It was hanging itself out the window on what in my estimation should be the driver's side. The haircut looked a bit 'cult'.

We passed the white cat that lives in the opticians; napping in the window display. We've seen it in there even after closing time and lights out. Maybe it's the night watch cat.

K9 with a bandaged front paw sitting patiently by the apartment building door. F reckoned it was no threat to a feline and we didn't cross the street. Poor pup.

Crikey there's another k9 driving a car; at least it still had its hair on.

Tabby cat outside the betting shop (its food is served up in and ashtray with beer logos in the bottom); she always gives me a hard stare before skidaddling into the big pot plants beside the outdoor seating.

K9s bark at us from balconies. F always winds them up by looking at them and whistling. One day that's going to catch her out, a balcony railing will give way under the vicious onslaught and a gnashing, snarling, k9 shaped bundle of teeth and bad attitude is going to fall on us from a great height.

That is going to make being shat on by a seagull look like a really GOOD day!