The Day Of The Cyclamen.

I wanted to follow up yesterday's blip with one of our other cats drinking from the tap with his different approach, but the poor boy seems to have suddenly aged with the onset of kidney failure and did not want to balance on the edge of the bath.

In fact he had me up till 2.30am searching the neighbourhood for him, he's quite frail. At 3.40am I felt him claw his way up onto the bed beside me and he purred himself to sleep.

Poor old Gizzy! We are really worried about him. THEN, this afternoon he arrived through the cat-flap with an adult blackbird in his mouth! HOW? Thankfully he has few teeth and the startled bird flew quickly away as The Man gentle eased open the cat's mouth.

Birds really must be alerted to the dangers of flying too close to yawning cats!