After a very quiet winter inside, Neil realised he’s a long way from beach-ready.
Everything’s so much quieter now.
Neil has finally accepted this new lanky, muscular cat which has moved in may have some advantages.
He’s now spending more days down the back with us playing stick, and not being scared of those barking dogs. Or cats. These days, no strange cats seem to visit and hiss at Neil…
Here he did realise he was possibly going too far, venturing out into no-mans-land during daylight, while Nicks and I stopped at my back fence.
Does everything get rusty-coloured as it ages?
Maybe the vital greens and reds are left for the young?
“You can take your mightily impressive whooshy tail and…”