Nesting

Several of our western counties were blanketed with snow today, luckily we were not included.

There's a cold, blustery north wind blowing, and rain has saturated the ground for the past three days.

Birds are hunkered down in their nests, the ones who are brave enough to venture out, are flying sideways.

The cats are happily sleeping, they have started putting on their winter bellies, as with the rest of the household.
*sigh*

 

 

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Two of my favorite things.

Cats and cottages.

                                                                
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For The Love Of A Cat

Gentle eyes that see so much,

paws that have the quiet touch,

Purrs to signal "all is well"

and show more love than words could tell.

Graceful movements touched with pride,

a calming presence by our side --

A friendship that takes time to grow -

Small wonder why we love them so.

~ Author Unknown ~

A Feline Visitor.

To say I'm a cat-lover would be an understatement, I adore cats.

The first cat that I was owned by, came from a family of feral cats on my uncle's allotment.

A bundle of yellow fur, mum and I transported him home in my dolly's pram.

I had to hold him with one hand and push the pram with the other, when I arrived home, my arm was nothing short of a bloody mess, he did not take kindly to humans.

I didn't care, I had my cat.

We named him Brandy, he used up most of his nine lives, and lived to the age of nineteen.

Last year, I lost both of my dear cats to illness. I longed for another, yet despite that urge held off making the commitment.

I think I just needed down-time.

In the middle of winter sitting on the porch and enjoying the Christmas lights, I heard a faint "meow".

A small orange and white cat appeared out of nowhere. I gave him a treat, petted him endlessly, and smiled.

Those familiar feelings, made me feel whole again.

I didn't see him again until this week.

Out of the blue, same friendly greeting, only this time a grown cat. If he could speak "human", I dare say he his words would have been

" Hello, I'm back, remember me ?"

He's been here for three days.

I think he may have a family, I'm going to ask around, if not I think I may have found my next cat, or he has found me....

I call him Oliver "Ollie" for short, he doesn't seem to mind, just as long as he gets petted, and there are plenty of treats.