We're looking after The Glums' hamster while they enjoy the balmy - or should that be barmy - delights of a week in Wales.
Last night I put Cornflake, for that is his name, in his plastic hamster run around ball and off he scuttled. Harry the cat followed him for a bit and I was worried Cornflake might come to a crunchy end, but when Cornflake doubled back and ran over Harry's tail, Harry ran off through the cat flap and didn't come back for an hour. How brave? Not very!
