Those strange markings in a circular pattern; flying saucers or just saucers? Did a small alien land in my garden? No…just a very fussy feral kitty called Katniss who decided that she doesn’t like gourmet chicken with tomatoes. I fed her first and then went in to tend to Toffee who was wailing because Katniss was fed first. I glanced out afterwards to check on Katniss and she was standing staring at me through the window. Her dish was missing too, so I went out to see what had happened.
She stared at me with her little round green eyes and I started laughing when I saw that she had covered (the very expensive) food with stones and dirt. “Would you prefer something else, Princess?” “Yes, please, strange human mummy” She deigned to eat the crunch but was silently condemning me for my poor grocery shopping.
I suppose she looks rather well fed and spoiled for a feral. She has a strange psychic ability over me and I can sense she has arrived in the garden waiting for food, even when I can’t see her. My car noise is immediately identifiable and that often brings her running. Toffee often knows when her Dad is turning into the street before he arrives at the house. Animals have amazing sixth senses.
I caught a cold this week, just a regular snuffly nose one, but it turned my brain to jelly. During a phone call I could not remember my home telephone number which I have had for 14 years. My recent travel photos are waiting for me to turn into a Postcard from Kerry but they will have to wait until my brain recovers.
My heart goes out to our neighbors at Santa Fe, Texas with another school shooting by a disturbed young man whose father’s guns were available. They should be locked in a gun case.
My heart glows to see Prince Harry marry a biracial American. As Teddy knows, all the smart guys marry one of those…❤