Eeeeeyyyyy Aaaawwwwlllllll

Beanie, wanted in.

I had been out driving round. I thought tonight, I might find my dad and I could take a picture for you. But it wasn't to be, so I came back home, ignored the beautiful sunsets, because I've done several. Ignored the beach, because I've done several, Ignored the harbour, cause I just done it. I sat in the drive and looked in my housey. Done it.

And I looked at the door. Beanie and Beau-Beau were sitting on the step side by side, and Beau didn't look quite so fat, and Beanie didn't look quite so lean, they looked quite gorgeous. I took one without the flash . And it wasn't so good, so I took another with the flash, and by the time I got it running. Beau was gone. I think she could smell food round the back!

Beanie, is sleek, says the Vet, because she hunts, kills things, eats them and generally keeps fit. Beau on the other hand, is a slightly cuddly fat (Freudian slip) cat because she prefers to sit on her throne, sorry sprawl, laid out like a pound of mince, on "her" chair, waiting to hear the biscuit box coming forth from the cupboard. If Beanie brings her a dead thing back, she will look at it, turn her nose up and be disgusted and come back to the cupboard and ooowwwaaaaayyyyyyeeeee for biscuits.

On the dad issue. My dad has been dead for 25 years, but recently, I came to realise that he has been reincarnated as a buzzard. More about this later, when I get the picture.