The clarion call

Actually, with my two cats, the sound that can be heard through twelve feet of solid concrete is the opening of a carton of Whiskas chicken'n'cheese cat treats. Or the sound of someone picking up a carton of Whiskas cat treats. Or moving towards a carton of Whiskas cat treats. Or just being in the same hemisphere as a carton of Whiskas cat treats. They quite like Whiskas cat treats. If those nice people from Waltham foods would like to send me a big box you'll find the email address on my profile page. Whiskas cat treats. Mmmmm.

Wabbits!

Another useful filter - the four colour screen one - is used in the first panel. It gives the frame that over-bright underground comix feel that I think conveys a catnip trip effectively.

One of my favourite bits of St Helen's Park is the De Roemer Fields. Walk to the top of the Park just before dusk and hop over the stile, and there you will will find a magnificent view over the down, looking southeast over the park, Hastings, St Leonards and then, ultimately, the sea glinting in the background. And in the foreground you will find an acre of little brown rabbits sharing a steely sloping grassy meadow with a couple of placid ponies. If I've had a frustrating day at work I find bunny therapy to be most therapeutic at the end of the day...

Desperate Wedding tie-ins

Are you a cringing royalist and deaf as well? Scared you won't be able to hear the royal couple say 'One does' to one another? Then this is just the thing for you.

Got too many rabbits at your rescue centre? Just name two of them Wills and Kate and let local journalists desperate for stories with a royal angle give you as much free publicity as you need.

(Also note the ad underneath for the Charlton Athletic football team, advertising a fixture that had taken place three weeks previously. That tells you everything you need to know about the intelligence of footballists.)