Life with cats, and other things…
1848/22nd September 2022 Good memories and bad , in my experience anyway, are often intertwined. It had never occurred to me until this morning. We have one of those fine Fall days of scattered cloud and warm sunny intervals with just the hint of a chill in the blustery wind. A perfect day to attend … Continue reading Home?
Domestic Snow Leopard A slightly balmier temperature this morning encouraged the walkers to make a short sortie: Grant was off on a shopping expedition that held no interest for me so I declined the offer of escort duties. After all I had an outing yesterday and I wouldn't want to overdo things! There was no … Continue reading Surprise?
1815/28th March 2021 At times, over the past few days, the world seemed really to have turned black and white. Clouds rolled over us like thick wedges of cotton wool. Yet....some colour is returning: Only naked stalks, but you can see life re-awakening. With the snow gone, I saw how the deer had kept themselves … Continue reading Blue clouds
Toby is not daunted by snow. He dons "M"'s old coat and off he goes. Dear old "M". He was such a character. He was the manager of my foster care. Is there a point in posting pictures of pets long gone? Is there a point to memorials, like this bunny which contains the ashes … Continue reading Triggers
When I was a toddler, I apparently already had firm beliefs in what I did and didn't like. My mother, intending to freshen something, perhaps even my cot, took the opportunity, one day while we were out, to purchase a can of paint. As I daresay anyone else would have, she placed the item in … Continue reading Celestial canvas
Activity on the hill...but what? ... You could say that my day started off with this, but you'll have to look hard to see what it is supposed to be. Actually it's the moon and Jupiter (I think). ... Usually if there is something to see up there at night, I will get sufficiently motivated … Continue reading What’s up over there?
There is still no sign of "my" little wood chuck, but then I think his burrow is snowed under, and I daresay he's gone back to bed. I would if I was him. I spent most of last week in bed myself, although I did pop up to take the occasional snap. You really do … Continue reading Second opinions…