It's about time I mentioned our own dynamic duo, Hillie (black and white rescued cat dumped by someone in a box at Hillingdon hospital) and Samantha who we think is a Turkish Van (another rescue cat who loves water and sharing it but never seems to stay wet). I suspect they'll appear in this Blog a fair bit.
I don't intend it to be a 'cat lovers' blog, that is a different breed of blog altogether, but they are a part of our 'wildlife' in the new domicile.
They're stir crazy.
We've deliberately kept them indoors to bond them to the house and food source, they're finding incarceration to be hell with window ledges. From the initial 'what on earth is that' from Samantha when confronted with a big black chicken that sauntered in from next door to look through the dining room doors through to 'I want to play with the bunnies' when seeing the early morning grazing on the paddock.
Samantha has an affinity with hiding in the garage, especially if it means that we will consequently think she made a break for it when one of us went outside. Yesterdays look of innocence had to be seen to be believed.
Last night war broke out on the pond, obviously it is a visiting place for yearlings and others that were born there, but 15 ducks on a little pond looked like a spoilt childs bath time. When the regulars turned up with the youngsters for a dip we found out who was the real queen of this area, I've never heard such a stentorian quack in my life. I've lots to learn it seems.
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