I'm just about to take a casserole out of the oven and I'm ready for the usual fight to stop Chequers getting his nose into it while I'm trying to eat it ;-)
We usually get left in peace. However, one evening Mr Alba was tucking into a fish supper and I was putting myself on the outside of a breast of chicken.
His Royal Furballness plonked himself on the table between our chairs and played food ping-pong.