So much in life seems to be down to luck, to chance, to random and quite unpredictable circumstances and encounters.
If Cat hadn’t had died when he did, I shouldn’t have been looking at sites with cats needing homes, and looking at them with my friend Sue across the pond. My search was restricted to London. Sue, in Houston was looking at a larger canvas. It was she who spotted MasterB.
Oh Happy Day!
There has been a welcome return of sunshine in the last couple of days. We are having a very British summer with lots of drizzle, interspersed with radiantly blue skies and warm weather. Naturally, we remember the drizzle the most.
MasterB has taken to spending every evening outside. He was with me in the garden yesterday morning too, but kept complaining until I took him in. Then he took himself off to bed. On sunny days, Cat would relocate to the garden immediately after breakfast, and stay outside all day. He napped in flowerbeds, and joined sunbathing neighbours, retreating to the shadow of their sunloungers if it became too hot.
Not so MasterB. He much prefers to nap indoors.
He came out again in the afternoon. I had taken some work into the garden, and Celia had said she would come by with her grandson. MasterB seemed to think the second chair was for him, or at least that Celia could share it with him. I think I have brought him up quite well.
We Can Share