Wednesday, April 13, 2011
New Tabby (not the starving stray any more, you may note) looks wistfully out at the swans and ducks and gulls and pied stilts and oystercatchers. We don't let him out there; we don't think it's responsible.
Our two years at sea level at the edge of the tide are coming to an end. We're moving to a brick house on a hill. There'll be a lot to miss but the cat will get outside more once we move further away from the wildlife paradise.