I was woken at about 3am the other night by the cats fighting downstairs. In the morning I found fur and claws everywhere!
“Hello, my name is Billy, I am a cute cat”.
“Erm…Billy, what’s that on the chair?”
“It looks like a feather.”
What a green eyed monster!
The Boy took this snap of a rather evil looking Billy!
There I was…having some quality time with Billy (the black lump on the left)…when who should arrive but Maisie. Her need to be ‘No 1 Cat’, overcame her distaste for Billy the Kit!
It looks like Billy has put his over grooming behind him, and decided to take growing fur seriously…
he really does have a flat nose.
So…here I am outside in the cold. My crime? Wanting to bring in a little something to cheer up a dreary evening.
Meanwhile, my nemesis, that interloper, Billy, is warm inside. If I get the chance, I’ll pee on Adam’s bed again!
We woke up this morning to SNOW! As you can see, Mr Jones was a good chap and cleared the pavement outside the pub.
Here is 29 QS with a light blanket of snow.
I loved the way the magnolia flower acted as a cup for the snow.
The grape hyacinths look very brave, don’t they?
And the tulips were undaunted…
Seriously…I’m still getting quite tired. Hope they work out what’s ailing me soon!
The cats are obviously attracted to the weak member of the herd – how long would they wait after I stopped breathing before noshing me?
[Do I really have that many chins?]
Guest Photographer Credit – The Boy
I don’t think the council would take these two!
[Yes Dordie – it’s yet another cat picture. But it proves that Billy used to have fur!]