I’ve mentioned her before. She is Octavia’s cat. A gorgeous Russian Blue who is horribly difficult to photograph in winter. Grey on grey.
But on Sunday when the sun put its hat on, and we were preparing to have lunch in Octavia’s small walled garden, I had my camera. The grey ninja isn’t used to cameras like mine and was curious as to what it was.
After some thought, she seemed to decide it was alright and smiled for the camera.
She used the runway Octavia had installed for Phoebe and Claud to make a graceful ascent to the sunshine on the top of the wall.
And then moved onto the neighbour’s windowsill.
Before coming back down to our level.
I am hoping I shall get more photos of her as the days get longer and brighter. She’s a stunner.