Jessie and Choco are now 15 and 14 respectively. Jessie is the one with the frangipani blossom in her hair, and Choco is her daughter:
This pic was taken about 18 months ago, before they underwent the double trauma of moving home and finding a dog already in it. The dog has since been re-homed but the cats have made it clear that their memories are long and I will never ever be forgiven.
Enter Edward. He is a gift from me to my mother, and is now about 10 weeks old although he still seems almost impossibly tiny and bony. Next to the sturdy, overweight matrons pictured above, I suppose any kitten would seem that way. It’s hard to get an unblurred picture of him when he’s awake because he moves so fast, so here he is all konked out after the excitement of whatever it was he was previously doing.
And below, sitting on the steps outside my workroom, is the neighbour’s black and white cat. He/she has begun visiting quite a lot since Tess-dog moved out and, while my fat girls got on perfectly well with the neighbours’ cats when we were living at Linden Park, they cannot stand this intruder. There was a nasty fight on the patio earlier this morning, with fur flying in all directions to the accompaniment of angry cat-screams. Most unpleasant.
And last but not least, here is a gorgeous, happy and cute one-dimensional cowgirl cat on the birthday card I received from Colorado last week. Much more manageable than the real live ones!
I hope I’m not going to become one of those weird cat ladies in my old age. But after the events of 2017, both personal and political, we can’t rule anything out…