Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Look Ma, Top Of The World!
by admin - 20:20 on 18 January 2014
Sometimes cats can't help being feline clichés – which is why Willow found herself twenty feet up a tree this afternoon, staring down with disdain from a flimsy branch at the barking Jack Russell who bounced up and down at the bottom of the tree like only a Jack Russell can.
“He won't hurt her,” Mr Dogwalker informed a sceptical Matchgirl, but he was probably telling the truth. Minutes earlier, as the ex-kittens disappeared into the undergrowth, Maia arched her back, fluffed her tail and stood her ground as the capering canine charged down the lane that runs alongside The Rural Retreat. When he reached her she hissed her displeasure and attempted to punch him on the nose. Impressive.
Her bravery had dissipated by the time Mr Dogwalker collared the leaping hound and dragged him back up the lane. The fretful feline hunched close to the top of the Retreat's drive and yowled for someone to take her home, so I obliged (joined along the way by a chastened Pandora) while Matchgirl stayed behind and attempted to woo the tree-climber back to earth.
She'd succeeded by the time I returned, the arboreal adventurer again on solid ground and ready for restorative biscuits.
Sadly, there are no snaps because a grey drizzly day provided little incentive to take the Pentax outdoors. The poor light meant there was no opportunity to snap from indoors too, which was a shame – the long-tailed tits are making more frequent visits to the feeders, but the exposures would be far too slow. Maybe tomorrow.
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