My friend Lynne thinks she’s been adopted. Ebony is sleek, shiny and well-fed, so she’s not a stray, but she has taken up residence at Lynne’s house and is making herself thoroughly at home.
The young man who lent me the Russian book a couple of weeks ago brought his cross stitching in to show me. Here is one of the three cat pictures he brought. I reckon this kitty is wearing a Gryffindor scarf.
A china cat today. This is a Royal Doulton kitty from a colleague’s extensive and expert collection. This piece is from around 1920 and is unusual, because it is in naturalistic colours. Christopher tells me that it is more common to see it in a flambé glaze. I like this Siamese-y version.
Thank you for making and sending me this contribution to my inconsequential blog, Christopher.
Ted told me tonight that Rio is the most beautiful cat he has ever seen. He is a working chap, performing duties as stud male for Jo. He ‘entertains’ girl-cats for weekends in his love-pen at the back of Jo’s home. He has turned out to be a gentle and affectionate dad, as today’s picture of him with one of his kittens illustrates. If Rio is ever exhausted by the demands of his work and needs a retirement home, Ted hopes Jo considers us.

On Thursday the cats of the day were Helen Daykin’s Bridget and Luna. This is Nancy, one of Luna’s moggie-Siamese-cross kittens and she lives Down South in The Smoke with Micon and her family. I hope she doesn’t miaow like a softy Southerner now!
Milka managed to get into the freshly emptied post-basket yesterday and found it was the perfect spot to sit and chew my paper flowers. I’ve had to wrap them up, put them in the drawer and shove the vase in the cupboard. It’s like having a baby who can jump on top of furniture. He’s knocked the picture wonky too, I notice.