It’s a Tuxedo cat thing, as far as I can get it. In their cat mind they are splayed on a beach living the dream, when they are are actually in South East London.
Which is not an unreasonable way to see the world, when you think about it.

25 degree heat in Newcastle?!?
Never has a dark, woody gloomy pub felt to cool and welcoming. Stating the bleedin’ obvious, the Crown Posada is a thing of beauty.

Basil the cat, resplendent in his tuxedo, is unsure about eating his chocolate alter-ego.

Well this is a pleasant surprise, called into the Krumlov brewery in Cesky Krumlov and they do a Rauchbier, wasn’t really expecting to find one in Czechia!

@catowners.bsky.social Basil seriously disapproving of being thrown out of the kitchen while we carve the turkey.

Two pints, prick.

The Three Pigeons - Halifax.
An absolutely beautiful unspoilt 1930’s Art Deco pub.
It really is wonderful.

For heavens sake, I turn my back for 30 minutes and come back to this:

I have static security.