Lynne McBoyle has just returned from a trip to France which made me seethe with envy. Among the places she visited was Monet’s home at Giverny, where she snapped this photograph of a cat enjoying the sunshine. Thanks Lynne, I really appreciate you thinking of me and my daft little cat-blog; it’s a gorgeous picture.

Barney, the enormous, mad, vicious, girl-eating attack-cat lives with and terrorises Jessie, who used to be in my German class. She chose this picture to send me because it shows his awesome fangs, dripping with her blood. *Shiver*

A change from my usual fare. A paradox to ponder.

My friend Alex has important visitors at his school today and I imagine it has been a day of tension, with another to follow tomorrow.

Perhaps Aeryn the rescue cat has tiptoed up to him for a quiet friendly moment, and perhaps she has helped him relax and prepare for what the next 18 hours will bring. 

Or maybe she has just been snoring near a radiator and has ignored him; one would be unwise to rely on a cat.