Neil can not understand the stick fascination.
I don’t have the heart to tell him that HE is the stick fascination; we’ve (thanks Silva!) just trained Nicks to replace little twitchy animals with The Stick.
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?
Rarely seen in the wild these days, the Pinecat spends most of his time up his tree, or resting on the hot shed roof.
Neil trying to ignore the new elephant in the room.
He hasn’t heard her running yet – let alone seen the little towbar.
Perfect for a small trailer. A cat-sized trailer. Each dawn and dusk we shall ride the line.