A Cheeky Feline

We live one floor up. Usually, we don’t have to worry about anyone peering in on us through the balcony door. Except for when Molly, the downstairs neighbour’s cat, decides she wants to pay us a visit. I think she does it purely to annoy me. Or to get attention from MY mum. She is a very strange cat. Or maybe, a typical cat, but in your face. My face, specifically.

We went walkies somewhere new, along a gravel road near a golf course. There is also a small outdoor museum, made up of old farmhouses. Once we’ve had waffles here, but they don’t have a café this summer. Too bad. I love waffles!