The Myth of Black Cats

It was a glorious afternoon.  After the bin men had collected the green waste wheelie bin it was time to fill it again as the garden is put to bed for the winter.  Our cat, Fleur, came out to supervise my work, picking the sunniest spot in the garden to monitor my efforts.

I'm sure we all appreciate that cat's fur isn't black, but lying in this sunlit position the comparison between her fur and the bench wood she was lying on certainly stood out.  Unfortunately she was most unhappy with my work; I had to move her to collect all of the leaves that had accumulated under the bench!