A White Cat in Graham Place

 

We had a white cat once. His name was Patrick. He wasn’t a deaf white cat but he was a discerning one. He chose to move out of our noisy family home to live the quiet life round the corner with a single older man. He had found the answer to getting peace and relaxation. We used to see him as we passed his new home but he pretended he didn’t know us.
This white cat chose to pose for me as I strolled back from the shops looking for a blip that hasn’t been posted by me in any other year of living in Stromness. I am finding it difficult.

The weather had a dramatic about turn this morning. From being windy and wet all day yesterday  and throughout the night, at 8am precisely this morning the sun came out and the  world dried up. It stayed windy but it was a warm wind and the sea was sheltered and calm for the daily dook.

A  Selkie, newly returned from holiday, popped in at lunch time for a cup of tea and a blether and later on while making my dallying return from the Co op, I visited IainatCreel’s CMC in the Cat Charity shop where she was helping out. Two other Selkies en route stopped to speak,  making me feel very much at home in the community

I think that’s enough socialising for today and I am happy now to read my book and watch the wind chasing shadows across the sea. A charmed life for which I am very grateful.