“Sometimes, the cat door is closed” - my new life motto?
Back from catsitting for my relatives. This is Felix, the cat whom I was charged with keeping alive until they got back. He was a little doubtful about me at first, but soon felt comfortable in my presence!
He did catch a mummy blackbird in the garden, apparently the first time he has taken live prey.
I’m spending the Whitsun bank holiday weekend with my parents. Photos are:
The in construction glass ziggurat I saw from London Bridge train station. If my life were the musical/science fiction adventure that I wish it was, that would be some key element of an alien plot to invade and annihilate the Earth’s population, and it would be up to me (or someone else) to stop them.
The Love-in-a-mist growing in the garden tended by Mother Dearest
The family cat, who I swear has not changed since kittenhood some 19 years ago, and whom I therefore call The Unchanging One.
Just heard from my parents that he was put to sleep today. At 19 years old, he had a very good life but it was clear that he was on his last legs. He wasn’t in serious discomfort but it was only a matter of time before he would start to suffer badly, so it was kindest this way.
He is survived by his sister, whom I once dubbed “The Unchanging One” because she shows remarkably few signs of ageing despite having been around just as long as her brother.
