
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Thursday, December 01, 2016
Twink
Twink is a lovely wee cat who comes around to our back garden on odd evenings for food and not much else. We've tried to coax her in, particularly on cold nights but she refuses. She remains stubbornly aloof and independent which is pretty much how most cats are. Our own cats seem to have a convivial enough relationship with her; no howling or fighting so far anyway.
After being away (?) for a few days she returned last night, curiously mooning about outside just when we'd finished watching the latest Attenborough epic episode of Planet Earth II on the iPlayer; all about animals feeding in strange and arid locations. So she quickly scoffed a tin of cat food and a portion of biscuits before disappearing back into the final night of November 2016.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment