Monday's Log.

 Another day in my own little paradise.

It's official. The feral cats have turned domestic. All of a sudden a new measure of normality has settled over our household.  Me thinks they have adopted manners and etiquette of domesticated felines. Even though they look through the window and follow Mausi's antics, I don't think they have gleaned manners from her as she is as spoilt as they come!!!

This morning whilst trotting around our garden taking out the plastic rubbish, I couldn't help but notice the thank you gift left by one or perhaps both of them. Luckily I did as it could have turned out dire for me. Yes, what previously I had only gleaned from urban legends has happened to us. A gift of momentous proportions, that is to the feline mind.

Two slightly dishevelled but dead mice where strategically placed mere centimetres from our front door. Not a pretty sight, but how are they to know that such a delicacy could induce the vapours in us silly humans?

Ah, obviously they are appreciative of our daily meals put out for them as mice, previously a hearty meal, have morphed into toys to be gifted. At least they do that. God only knows how many more mice are scurrying about our place. All to do with the farmer tilling his maize field next to us. Where else should this horde of field mice go apart from our place?

The afternoon saw some  threatening clouds hovering and with clever foresight I scooped up the boy and quickly took him outside for our afternoon excursion. He obliged and trotted the whole way nicely next to me and it seemed that the other dog walkers in our village had the same idea. Whereas normally we don't encounter any dogs being walked, this afternoon we encountered three. A proverbial feast for Maxi's voice box!

A normal day, yet more so. To me those little details of domestic bliss with our pets and the short encounters with other villagers are priceless and far above bland and normal.

Biggi