Incognito

I'm afraid Mystère has become a standing joke among the not inconsiderable number of neighbours we have roped in to feed him during our absences. Most of them have never seen him. Or at least, not all of him ... the most common view, as experienced by Tom and Rosa, is his tail disappearing through the cat flap. Even our late and very quiet and inoffensive neighbour Lucienne, who fed him regularly, never saw him. Sigh. I don't know why he's so suspicious of everyone except us. Anyway, he's very contented now -- normal service of breakfast saucers of milk and poached fish has been resumed.

Note: this photo is also a homage to gennepher's Midnight.

Swimming pool this morning -- the temperature of the water has dropped by several degrees since I was last here. I think it was colder here than it was in the mountains. S went out and did a massive shop for our hastily planned apéritif dinatoire on Wednesday. We both delivered invitations later, resulting in my case in excess consumption of coffee and tea, and in S's several aperos.