Photos that I’m fairly proud of.
She’s spent most of the afternoon sleeping under the stairs, but hey, she’s a cat.
We don’t know much about her history, as she was “discovered” and handed in to a vet, and was then passed on to TVAW. They estimate that she’s about 18 months old, and they think that she’s probably been spayed, but they can’t be certain. Bernard took an instant shine to her, and vice versa.
This afternoon, Bernard and I went for a walk ((usually this is defined as “I walked while he sat in his orange pushchair and watched the world go by”, but on this occasion, I mean it in the more conventional sense)). We stood on the railway bridge and waited for trains to pass under us.
Then we went through the churchyard and on to the park, where we witnessed some life-affirming graffiti.
On the way back we shared a Mr Whippy. We saw a moth that seemed to still be just barely alive, but this minor fact was of no significance to the ants.
It wasn’t actually even a particularly large spider. I just like winding Sevitz up.
On Saturday, Bernard and I were in the garden. I taught him lots of useful things about snails.
