Garden or cats

It’s that sort of day. The cats are asleep having had a fractious morning, very unlike the tabby and suspect he’s feeling frustrated. I can’t let him out and everything in him wants to go. The snipping op is next Wednesday, hope that helps although following good advice he needs 2-3 more weeks inside, I don’t want him running away. Little sis didn’t appear to mind the screechy dive bombing and assume it’s all part of cats at play. It’s nineteen years since the last kittens, I had forgotten how wonderful it is.

The garden is looking dismal although good to see more snowdrop plants appearing, these are the variety without the big leaves. The climbing hydrangea looks good in the winter, almost skeletal and that daf is now fully open, with another couple on the way, most of the plants are weeks away from flowering.

I have had a lazy and unproductive day after the strangest of weeks. And possibly too much wine last night.