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Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Freddie. But, then again, not.
The picture above is NOT of our cat, Freddie, but most tabby's look pretty much the same, and apart from the white patches, this could almost be him.
Freddie, like most cats, just loves the cut and thrust of a night-time mouse-safari. Unfortunately he then brings his prey up into our bedroom; alive, half-alive, or dead.
Usually it's a matter of ME having to get up, and whack the poor little thing (the mouse) to make sure it's dead, before I either launch it out of the Velux window, or take it outside. This can happen SEVERAL times a night.
Of course, a cat is paid (in food and lap-time) to rid a house, or surrounding area, of mice, and in the countryside there is no shortage. So I cannot scold him; he's simply doing his job. It's just that I wish he'd leave his catch outside!
Mrs Magnon has been away in Australia since February the 10th (and will not return until the 24th), and I'm almost disturbed to report that Freddie has not brought one single mouse up to the bedroom since she's been away. Does this mean he thinks of HER as the senior human, and not ME? And all these mice he brings in as offerings are for HER?
I'll be having some serious words with our Freddie; and let him know who's the real boss around here!
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
4 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!