Gone fishing

Scruffy ( who clearly isn’t) lives in a care home and has a great time with the rest of the wildlife.

I spotted her poised above the small pool with rather large carp (well, big goldfish) and I really would not have been surprised if she’d dived.

I know cats don’t like water, but nobody explained that to my wonderful first cat, Sally, who regularly splashed around in puddles and sometimes ventured into the pool near where my husband and I lived when we were first married.

Later, looking through the large windows out on to the lovely countryside, I spotted her casting a beady eye on a tree creeper, and later chasing a pheasant.

Of course she ran to the door in due course - well, none of the rural fun beats afternoon tea.....