Thunderthighs insists both cats are
in or he can't sleep so always ensures Felix is in before he goes to bed,
preferably on the spare sleeping bags in the loft.
Matilda then gets Mic, me or
David to let her out.
Which means I need to get her in before retiring.
But
first of course we have to have a little snail hunting walk around the garden
or she won't come quietly.
Tonight the bluebells are in full
fragrant flow and I got the first spicy waft of the Blodfa honeysuckly by the
back gate.
Matilda is now sitting purring at
my elbow and when I go to bed will lie beside me for most of the night.
As a kitten she wouldn't be picked
up, or sit on a lap, and hardly allowed herself to be stroked (she bit Bazoukiboy ).
In the past few years she's become a complete snugglepus.
FifiD I'm hoping our cat Silvia will grow old in the same way.
Has never been a lap cat. X
Mrs
Melodeon It is amazing how they change when they
get older.
Mr
Brown What's "Blodfa honeysuckly"?
Bentonbag
Blodfa was my home in Wales. Honeysuckly was a
serendipitous typo
Mr
Brown I thought you were swearing in Welsh
again.
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