Today Boris and Ginger Boy met, and I think they both wanted to be friends. A few meows from each one, no fighting or even a cuff/pat or hiss. However Ginger Boy walked off, after a minute or so, Boris waited on the step, then finally ran down the path.
Now, can he look any more astonished than this ???
The morning routine is, get out of bed, have a snack,visit the bathroom, and curl up on Hugh’s side of the bed for another hour or so.He is a very affectionate kitten, growing fast, loves the outdoors, his first visit to the garden was last Tuesday, and he looks longingly at the leaves blowing, and tall trees!!! He has already climbed the Silver Pear, and the Wintersweet. The cat door is not a problem, he leaps in and jumps out as if he has done that for years.
Ginger Boy has the thickest winter coat I have ever seen, and the ruff round his neck is as large as when he first arrived, in December 2013. The first photo was taken in January 2014, when I saw him stay still long enough .He was still very shy then, and ran at the slightest noise. It has taken all this time for him to become tame enough so I can pat him, but this is on his terms, and only when he is eating. Under the table, forget that, he backs away, and when he is asleep on the settee, he opens one eye and stares, as I put wood on the fire. No wonder he sleeps inside every night!!! Warm, cosy, a fleece bed waiting/
Here he is in January 2014, maybe after a year or so of living totally outdoors. Guess he needed that thick coat even on summer evenings.
We have had gale winds all day, and by the morning I think more glass panes from the glasshouse will be blown out.
Quotation of the day, from Tennessee Williams
“ For time is the longest distance between two places”
Greetings from Jean