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The cat just came in, had some food, then collapsed in a heap on the floor, snoring loudly. He’s placed himself in the way so I will have to step over him when I go back to bed (came down for a drink). He can relax anywhere. Meanwhile the middle sized cat is sleeping near my feet and the small cat just came in and ran upstairs after having some food. I think turning the kitchen lights on signals to them I am up and about.
Midnight
He wanders in
Wants his tea
Comes to say hello
Wants?
A scratch behind his ears
Cheek rubbing
Chin chucking
Then
Like an off switch
Enough
He goes
Nose in bowl
Eats, and
Then outside again.
He came in, soaking wet, plonked himself down without even a cat lick, and went to sleep. This cats not bothered, he just wants a rest after being out all day. I think he’s been mooching, playing in the rain with my other two cats, like a little pride of lions. Sometimes they chase each other up and down the trees. Getting excited and playing at who can climb the highest. Onto shed and house roofs. Then they come in, eat and sleep.
I wanted something to eat and I decided to have a couple of croissants. I split them and spread a bit of butter on them, but I shouldn’t eat jam, so what else? I saw a banana, it’s a similar shape so I sliced along it’s length horizontally. One half folded into each puff pastry croissant. Delicious! I might try them with whipped cream next time!
Drawing in biro of the cat curled up between us. Normally he’s beside us by now but he came in, ate and then went back out again.
In other news, another cat is coming in to eat! I heard my boy cat making purring noises and turned to look. A cat that is mostly black with a very thin white mark on its nose, had come in and was eating my cats food! It’s thin so I didn’t chase it out. Its the third time I’ve seen it. The other two times was outside. I’m not sure we need another cat!
#bandofsketchers prompt for Sunday was underfoot. This is one of our cats. We always have to step over him when he’s eating! Quick sketch from my imagination. We do have a patterned tiled floor, although not as dark as this!
He’s there again, on the arms of the chairs. He has a cushion balanced between our two armchairs. He’s in from the cold, curled up. He will sit there for a couple of hours, then get bored or two warm, and go off again, outside one exploring, or he will go and eat and drink then come back. Yes his belly is big, he’s a happy cat. X
I used to love apples, crisp and crunchy or sweet and soft in a pie with cream. I wonder why I’ve stopped buying them? Stopped seeing them? I see lots of soft fruit, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, bananas galore, oranges, peaches, even limes, but I don’t see many apples? Perhaps there has been a shortage of them? Maybe there were not many harvested in autumn.
Funny how you only miss things in a sudden feeling that there is something gone from life. I wonder if politics, brexit, not allowing as many foreign workers into our country, has had an effect on it. It feels like the old sayings ‘shooting yourself in the foot’ or ‘cutting off your nose to spite your face’? No doubt things will sort themselves out? I hope!
Oh dear! After a couple of gin and tonics some chocolate icecream became too tempting. We’d only had a small evening meal and hubby was talking about cooking our breakfast tomorrow as supper tonight. So I had the bright idea of pulling a tub of chocolate icecream out of the freezer. Not healthy or good. But it tasted lovely.
The only way I can lose weight is not to buy nice things. I have to really restrain myself. A first world problem. People in most of the world wouldn’t even know what icecream is. Its an example of greed I guess. We can grow huge because we are sold empty calories. Sugar and fat in a delightful combination. And people starve. It’s a stark reality that there are too many have nots compared with those that have….. Yes I do feel guilty. Yes I should not be greedy. No I don’t have any real excuse. I was lucky to be born in a rich first world country. That should not stop me trying to help others and change my attitudes for the better.
That’s what we are for our outdoor cat. He sleeps all night then grabs his breakfast and rushes out of the door around dawn. Sometimes he stays in for longer. He has the best of both worlds, freedom to roam and warmth and food when he wants it. I’m not sure what will happen if we ever go on holiday.
He eats as much as he wants, drinks what he wants, sleeps where he wants. Lucky cat!
Mallaband-Brown