a chilly Sunday,, and a cat!

Wind chill and my habitual early rising catches the legacy of night cold,

Light soon after six am, but the walk today was a wind laced one to the lane and back.   And there food simmering on the gas stove to cut the chill until the fire is lit. Looking forward to dawn outings soon...
The  crated seedlings were well crated but will come inside tonight. And the montbretia mountain is slowly diminishing and bags of the bulbs welcomed by island folk to brighten the laneside .

last autumn when I lost my beloved dog and one of my older cats the same weekend, as always when a loss happens, I take in more of Ireland's many needy cats. donedeal was a grand source..

Not kittens; too much work at my age and also the two mainland trips to effect neutering 

There was a young Romanian lady due to return home who had been rescuing street strays, She had NINE, bless her.. including two white deaf ones,

I offered homes for three as long as they were spayed. A local vet was helping her work and the spaying was done that week and I set sail for Sligo by an especially early ferry.

The two white deaf cats sat and glared at me... but the three for me were soon caught and caged. All around a year old. A problem was experienced in the lady letting them go but we were soon heading back... Accusing eyes on me the whole time..

Dog crate in the kitchen was ready; litter tray, food , water and the carrying cages as shelter as they got used to a new home and my two suspicious older residents stopped glaring at me and them.

Months on.... the slowest to make me a friend, and i allow the to do this at their own pace, was the boy. Splashed black and white he is...
Then he started bringing in live wrens .. and catching rats for me..  One day many weeks on he suddenly started running in front of me, lying down and rolling on his back,,, step over him and he runs round again and lies down..

and he is in training as a "follow " cat. My cats have always come for walks with me. If i get away without him, he sees and runs to me at a breathtaking pace. wonderful sight, while my older follower walks sedately .

when he wants in, he leaps to the half glass in the door, and attacks t he letter box. Clever lad, and if he sees me from afar, a spectacular spring ensues .

For a cat born and reared in a back alley he is doing grand..