Jarvis in the jungle . . .
I took quite a few photos of the kittens the other evening. Well, I call them kittens, but of course they are fully-grown now and about 14 or 15 months old. They are such lovely boys, and love to keep me company out in the garden. They're always prostrating themselves on the ground at my feet, to have their tummies tickled and to be made a fuss of. They are full of curiosity and fun, and love to play together and sometimes with mum (Miffy) too. She now allows me to stroke her and is finally no longer afraid of people, which is good, but it took 18 months, from the time we first saw her lurking at the back of the garden, and she used to hurtle off the moment the door opened.
Today I've done the usual housework, plus more gardening (tidying up and edging and weeding), and yet more painting - a bit I'd missed on a windowframe (from leaving the window open!), then a door frame and finally the first coat on a once-white door which I hadn't noticed needed doing as I only ever see the front of it and not the caramel once-white back!
Alfie and Tippy
The Three Muskateers
There's a tiger inside every cat.
Below: My poor little pear tree - they are forever launching themselves into this one and swinging like Tarzan from the branches!
I ended my afternoon watching the menfolk at work at the paddock-edge, trying to remove some dead/dieing branches from a very elderly Willow which has succombed to disease. Fortunately they were using the bow-saw and not the chain saw or I'd have been having kittens! I looked up at Swallows swooping in a game of chase around the house, swooping and tipping a wing and jinking like a Whippet does when it's running flat out. They made me smile.