You could be forgiven for thinking I have only one cat. But we mustn’t forget the lovely Ola, my beautiful girl. She doesn’t really see much to admire in Bertie but she rubs along with him these days. Still spits and growls at him but that’s just her being a bit of a diva. She knows his foolish tricks and is wise to his silliness.
I had a quiet day with friends and came home when it got dark. My cats were waiting for me, and their supper. Then I settled down with a rug, the fire, a grey cat on my lap and a black and white one to my left.
Groovy Word of the day: serenity