As far as I'm concerned, every day should be Book Day, but today was the official one. Which can only mean dressing up. We had a Warrior Cat (unphotographed) and this feline.
He's The Tiger Who Came to Tea. Practicing his growl.
If only he had eaten all the food, drunk all the drinks and processed all the books that have flowed through a certain little independent bookshop this week, I might be less shattered.
But it's all good fun.