Wednesday, 12 June 2013




 My favourite chats errants lazing in a stifling room. It'll be his 3rd year. We found him along a quiet road on his last good 3 legs.  Slugs had left trails on his tail so he'd been out at least one night. He has cat aids and if he doesn't get into scraps he seems quite spritely. If he's ill he has big cheeks. His lymph glands grow big. Tonight I watched a magpie jumping close by him. The swallows don't like him, they swoop down to peck him. He does try to chase them and he knocked over a big tool box this morning before breakfast just trying to get higher. He's a tiny cat but has a big voice.


The oil drum garden.






Gardener's hands.


Larochmillay wall and a beehive.

I was excited to see a tool museumish. It opens first weekend  in the summer months. 

I put a few more layers of paint on the café
 table, pink and orange.

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4 comments:

  1. Lois12 June 2013 at 16:45

    We live far apart, but our hands look quite similar! And we have matching pots, although mine is orange. Lucky rescue cat, life is good once you are saved from living in the wild.

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    1. Jane Aston13 June 2013 at 08:49

      It's uncanny the internet for discovering people who have quite specific similarities. I'm sure I'd find no one with similar tastes nearby or within many miles. Shame you aren't within cup of tea distance!

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  2. Vintage Jane13 June 2013 at 06:03

    Your cat looks just like mine and sounds as though they have similar personalities. Beautiful flowers. M x

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    1. Jane Aston13 June 2013 at 08:52

      Maybe it's a Tabby trait noisy and naughty. Although my mum has my old cat Morris and he is a very quiet Tabby, he is a huge cat though. The flowers are so spectacular this year. They are late and seemed to be forever in bud but once they finally opened up they seem to be more blooms.

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