Now I maintain this is meant to be a dog but Margot insists it's feline and looks a lot like our dear departed old cat Lulu (a ginger tom and a lot better looking than this old brute). Whatever it is it's on a wall on Beverley Road near Kingston Youth Centre. I hope Octavia was impressed.
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Tuesday, 16 May 2017
Thursday, 22 September 2016
New kid in town
Nature abhorring a vacuum as it does means that the space left by the sad demise of poor Charley earlier this year has been quickly taken over by this smug little thing. We're not going to give him a name and we're not going to get attached; he's somebody else's problem.
I'm glad that's the neighbour's fence and not mine.
Pictures are by Margot K Juby and while I'm about here's a link to her blog on the innocence of Gilles de Rais.
Oh and finally the year of culture program was announced today but you don't want to know about that.
Sunday, 1 May 2016
Hooray, hooray, It's the first of May ...
Cats rely a lot on smelling things out, so I'm told. You've met Bruiser before, here he's pretending to be the great hunter stalking his prey, but it's just another bowl of his favourite slightly rank roast chicken.
City Daily Photo theme for the first of May is 'smell'. Go point your nostrils at what others have done here.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
The Moggie and the Maggies ...
... or the cat on a cool slate roof.
We were down the Land of Green Ginger the other day when the normal town hubbub was overwhelmed by a loud repetitive cackling from on high. Turns out a cat had entered the roof top domain of two magpies who were, to say the least, displeased by this development. The cat, as cats do, simply ignored all the fuss and went about its business. That's it really; hardly worth craning your neck to see what was going on.
I think Margot K Juby took this one |
Sunday, 3 May 2015
Bank Holiday Sunday
Saturday, 9 August 2014
World Cat Day
Yesterday was apparently World Cat Day so here's Bruiser the local tom and connoisseur of roast chicken's gristly bits. Go ahead make his day ...
Both pictures by Margot K Juby his factotum.
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
"Lazing on a sunny afternoon ... "
A few years ago Charley abandoned his nice home and caring 'owners' two streets down to come and live in our garden and how could we refuse him? He's an expert ratter and catcher of mice but is prone to act the idiot at times hence his usual name of Shanny (which means "daft as a brush" in Norfolk but check out the Urban dictionary definition here!).
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