With the temperatures, apparently, playing see-saws here, we celebrate every moment of sunshine. It was bitterly cold and frosty outside this morning, but our little cat, DeeDee, managed to find herself a sunbeam to snooze in. Here she is in her trade mark ‘meatloaf’ position, fluffing out her furry feathers on the hall sofa to capture every ray as she contemplates her long and happy life and no doubt wonders how soon it will be before she can begin to pester us for her next meal. DeeDee came to live with us seventeen years ago as a six-week old kitten. We have photos of her with the children when they were very young and some of her being held by my husband before his hair faded from brown to grey. She is very much a part of our family and our home. She has been through two house moves, has lived happily with children, who became teenagers, other cats and dogs and even took in her stride the recent arrival of a fully grown Irish red and white setter who is not always entirely sure where all of his paws are at any given moment. She is sitting beside me now as I type, purring away happily, but with that inscrutable face which always makes us think she may actually be plotting our overthrow. As one of my students reminded me this week: The Egyptians worshipped cats as gods; cats have never forgotten this!
Wishing you many, many more happy Fridays with us, DeeDee.
Love from Mummy x
I think it’s about time I had my (second, but who’s counting) lunch – DeeDee x