Feline Love Affair

.....but not always!!

As hoped today it is raining, my other cat is called Polly (I blipped Fergus the black last week) . When it is cold she pretty well lies on top of Ferg, he being such a good natured puss puts up with it, that is until he has to have a stretch, then Polly growls. Looking at the picie, Polly looks to be much bigger, but in actual fact it is the other way around - I think their tails are meeting in the foreground.

Cleaned out my wardrobe this morning (found some pretty horrific style clothing & shoes)

Quince jelly & leek & potato soup.

Some reading this afternoon.

Thought for the day:
Women are Angels
And when someone breaks our wings....
We simply continue to fly.........on a broomstick...

We are flexible like that .