An Independent Cat

I have been out for the day, away from London. The forecast was for more sunshine and my friend Carol, the one with whom Izzy the kitten spent her second night before heading off to the cattery and eventual rehoming, agreed to look after MasterB so that he need not be confined. I sent her a text to say he was in the garden. There was food and a note (for Carol, not MasterB) in the kitchen.
I checked my ‘phone about eleven and was a bit surprised to find no message from her. I called. He’s having a lovely time outside, she told me, really enjoying himself. He doesn’t want to go in. Fine.

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Sunseeking Cat

You can tell the weather is getting cooler.

Cat is seeking out the sunny spots.

He and Sonny faced off a fox cub together this morning. An unusual alliance. I don’t know how it would have progressed because I brought the little scene to a close by pouring a jug of water over the cub from my bathroom window. Exit Cub stage right and Sonny stage left. Cat remained where he was until I went downstairs to let him in. Sonny watched me warily from across the road.

Inside, breakfasted and groomed, Cat was in playful mood. So here he is with one of his favourite toys; a catnip fish from Culpeper’s. Continue reading

And Down Came the Rain

As I’ve said before, I’m a fair weather cyclist, but today I decided to risk taking the bike and trust to missing the forecasted heavy showers.

You could say it all went swimmingly.

My journey to work this morning was completed in sunshine. I took the precaution of tying a plastic bag round the saddle, and I had a big plastic bag to wrap around my bag if it rained. The waterproofs were a bit bulky in my bag; but it seemed a good way to placate the summer shower gods.

Second bike journey to Creative Writing was also a dry experience. It must have rained during the class as I came out to a soggy plastic bag on the saddle and lots of puddles. I congratulated myself on my good luck, but decided that this evening, when I am going to see a  play, I’d take the bus.

Halfway home the first drops of rain began to fall. Not much and I was confident I’d be alright. But then a long low rumble of thunder, and from just a pale pearl grey sky, a deluge.

I pedalled as fast as I could. Two children, running into the road, nearly knocked me off my bike. Regaining my balance I sped for home, locked the bike up and dripped my way into the flat. Cat was hoping for attention, but I was literally soaked to the skin. Water from my hair was running into my eyes.

I peeled off my clothes and flung the light-coloured ones into the washing machine. I had to wring out my trousers. My shoes, I left on the doormat outside.

I got into a warm bath.  The sun came out.

British summers: don’t you just love ’em!