Blimey: Fritz woke up and posted.

Ernest here, evening all. You will no doubt have noticed that Fritz woke up and posted again, a rare (but welcome?) event. A good post I think you'll agree, but a bit ironic to me as he's always been somewhat ambivalent about the whole idea of this blog. Usually, he sees the desk at which I compose these much contemplated musings as prime napping territory. The warm glow of the computer and desk light stimulates in Fritz not his muse, but his snooze.
Exhibit A:

Nonetheless, he posted well, I'll admit. But, for those of you who maybe indoors and unaware (or otherwise somewhat perturbed) I thought I should help to explain Fritz's stated predicilication, (perhaps worrying), for "Kitty Grass". Fear not readers, he refers to the grass sold at pet shops here, I think just wheat grass, but as an urban boy, I don't really know. It's difficult to photograph Fritz indulging in this treat, mainly because he eats it so fast that it's a blur. I can only spectate and worry about myself being somewhat in focus, but, Exhibit B, here's his poison:

Notice relative length of grass in above photo versus relative shortage of grass below, Exhibit C, and Fritz's smile after the event: