Cat's Back

"What am I doing Poppy, standing here, with an icy wind up my chuff, little bullets of hail raining down on my back, and frozen toes. My ears won't stay still and I want my dinner."

"Patience Bud, patience, I know she has a pocket full of cheese, I saw her cutting it up and I can smell it."

"Well, she had better hurry up and hand it over or I'm going home to our nice cosy bed infront of the fire."

We did give up and go home, it was cold and wet, I was looking forward to the fire too. Not surprisingly we met no-one else walking on Knockfarrel today.