Some Have Happy Hour, We Have Cat Hour.

Cats abound all around.

It starts roughly at about three in the afternoon. The great invasion of the two feral tomcats. One creeps with stealth up the driveway and the other seems to pop up from nowhere and just be there. Today they have called a truce on hissing over the vittles and appear to be best of friends, although I realize that sooner rather than later their opera " The duet over who gets the spoils " will begin.

My five o'clock routine involves tripping over Mausi who has planted herself next to the front door trying to walk herself and making it jolly difficult for me to go outside with all the other cats' food. Tiggi is at that stage beside herself on the sill as she knows a long cuddle is on the cards. The five minutes of stroking and cuddling are her highlight until I dish her food.

All the while the other two are hovering around their feeding bowl as they know my routine. I give them milk ( don't ask...they won't touch water nor fat free milk ), wet food combined with dry food. Ah yes, feeding those sweethearts takes quite some time but I love it. Cats have the most amazing energy and tend to find ways to put a smile on one's face...

The stealth creeper! He is rather gorgeous, isn't he?

The other one has taken up station underneath our car. He is Mausi's heartthrob...she makes googly eyes at him through the window and he, typically male, stretches himself out fetchingly under the window.

Biggi