Living room, minus clutter

A ‘sort of’ view of my living room, with a tidy floor, no throws on the settee, the gas fire visible, the mantlepiece and chimney breast a bit too narrow. I’ve included some of the books and ornaments, but nowhere near all of them. I was trying to draw by the view from my eyes and it all went a bit fish eye lens. I’m writing this at 3.30am, with sore knees and feet, I walked another 4.4 miles today (yesterday?), anyway day 31 of my #100daywalkingchallenge… Almost a third of it done. I don’t think I will stop now unless I get too much pain. The other reason I can’t sleep? The outdoor cat is sleeping on my side of the bed, and unlike my hubby I try to keep my feet away from him, so I don’t accidentally kick him… He snores (well both of them do!) Night xx

Outside cat update.

You know that feeling when you might be being taken advantage of? The outside cat came in at about 6pm. Had a meal, a good drink, then popped upstairs to sleep on our bed. Now, 11.30pm, he’s come down, come and looked at us for a minute in the living room, gone off, had a drink, then waited by the back door to be let out.

Cats, they really do have humans under their claws! I’m supplying bed, breakfast and an evening meal. I do think he’s getting more social, but he’s got the best side of the deal!

My cats

Brother and sister

I love them, my boy cat (back) and girl cat (front).

I adjusted this photo to black and white because there were too many colours and I thought it would be better with a filter to make the image more coherent. These are both small cats, the girl has a smaller head but a bigger body (she likes her nosh), boy is a healthy weight, not too big. Both are happy and are learning to integrate with the boy cat from outside, even though he’s bigger than both of them, they boss him!

Cat and ball ⚽

Our cat loves this ball, it’s a ping-pong ball covered in a knitted stripy fabric.

Suddenly there will be a clatter and the cat, who takes the ball upstairs in her mouth, is chasing it downstairs, then into the kitchen or along the living room floor.

She bat’s it backwards and forwards between her front paws, or under the settee then pulls it back out with her claws. The game goes on for half an hour or so. In which time she will run up and down stairs several times. If she was a footballer she would be a premiership star!

Last night I started throwing the ball up stairs and then she chased it back down. Having cats are fun.