A banana box of cats under the dining table. From the top clockwise: Florence, Willow, Milka and Percy.
It’s at times like this when I wonder why on earth I devised this obligation for myself. I’m far too busy to go around taking pointless photographs of cats, giving all and sundry the impression I have no other interests, duties or abilities. I do. I am not a weirdo cat-obsessive.
I’m just an ordinary weirdo.
I once had a much loved, very affectionate Siamese cat named Hershey. He liked to cuddle on my left shoulder. Every time I sat down, he was there. It looks as if Percy might be going to be a shoulder cat too. He just hasn’t chosen his shoulder yet.
When he feels like it, Willow is a very cheeky cat. I’m improving and will be venturing back into the scholastic fray tomorrow.
Ted took today’s picture of Milka soaking up the rays. I’m still trying to feel better. I’m glad I still have Sunday at home before I have to go back into school.
Had to take a quiet day at home to recover today. Milka catching some zzz’s.
Rough time at the hospital today and still feeling grim. However, I have had a look at my own appendix while it was still in situ. Not a lot of people can say that.
Percy cuddles are recommended for pain therapy.
Being temporarily unfit and confined upstairs, I am watching a BBC4 documentary about Henry VIII on iPlayer and Milka is keeping me company.
Cute, but tends to get in way of marking.
Rosa has been back home with Jo for almost a fortnight now. I hope she has regained most of the weight she lost during her unhappy stay with us. She had also lost lots of tummy fur, which I hope has begun to grow back.