Annie looks pensive while Jemima sleeps on in the background...

Annie decides sleep is the best option too.

Lucie; drugged up to the eyeballs, apparently.

This was taken minutes after my long walk home (see The Voyage Home album). Jemima certainly knows how to welcome people.

The Punk attitude finally reaches the feline world.

Annie ponders on why there are no photos of Franky here. Well that's because she hides under a dark bed all day.

Still pondering...

No use Annie, you'll never work it out.

Annie isn't as fat as she looks here, it's just unfortunately long belly fur.

No idea who this guy is, he just stuck his head in the garden and stared at me.

In the war against dogs, technology never stays still for long.

Franky comes out of hiding at last and allows me to take her photograph.

Better make the most of it before she goes again...

Unfortunately she steadfastly refused to look at the camera when I asked her to and I didn't get any particularly great shots of her. Oh well, maybe next time.

Jemima begins her photoshoot.

And now a selection of profiles. See if you can tell who is who. (Clue: this isn't Franky)

Franky attempts to form a perfect circle.