Guard Cat

Our little Chaiyya has become quite the guard cat, defending our garden against the neighbours’ cats. This morning, I watched her chasing the formidable Sammy out of her territory, but I wasn’t quick enough fetching a camera to document her heroism. 
Here she’s just watching the boundaries.

A mostly quiet Sunday, still feeling like summer. I had coffee at my mother’s house, sitting on her terrace in the shade. At home, I pottered in the garden for a while. 

All would be well, if P’s back hadn’t decided to give him lots of pain after yesterday’s garden activities.