I swam and sunbathed here:
ate here, mostly:
went in and out through here:
took a snap of the pretty kitchen window (you can see how thick the walls are, this house is NEVER going to fall down!):
helped my cousin feed the cats (that's her, not me):
She feeds around 10 local cats every day. They've had them all neutered. One or two are willing to be stroked, but most are wary of humans; they lie around in relaxed-cat poses but spring away quick as whips if you go too close. And here's one specially for Helen, I bet none of your cats ever brought you a present like this, I know none of mine ever have:
And this photo was taken at the playing-with-it stage, before the snake got disembowelled.
After seeing that, I swore I would never ever again moan about ours bringing in mice and birds. However, when Sock Boy and Rorschach woke me up in the small hours of last night by playing with a very lively mouse under our bed last night, I broke my oath. Broke out several new oaths, in fact, especially when they cornered it under the chest of drawers and had a long stand-off involving lots of snuffling and growling. (Rorschach is a small cat with big eyes and therefore extremely cute. She is also all black, which is why you haven't seen a picture of her yet, because she always comes out looking more like an ink blot than a feline.) I don't know what happened in the end because I decamped to the spare room. Maybe there's still a mouse hiding in our bedroom. The cats would be right out of favour if I wasn't so pleased to see them.