A Picture A Day...18

 

 

 

Meet Minnie, our little rescue cat. She adopted us when she was tiny. She was living with someone who didn't really love her, or look after her, in the way she deserved. So like any sensible cat, she 'up sticks' and found a family who would give her best ham for treats.

 

 

 

We've had her seven years now, we think she must be around eight years old. We first met her as a tiny little bundle of black and white fur, she bounded onto our garden to play with the branches we were removing from an old tree. The girls loved her instantly, as did I, it's taken the man of the house a little while longer, but after having a very vocal dog, I think he's finally appreciating just how easy going she is!

 

 

 

She's mellowed as she's got older, everyone in the house bar me, is still a little frightened of her, she can be very feisty. Attacking feet was a favourite game of hers, and biting your fingers too, just when you thought it was safe to stroke. I think she's marvellous, I wish she wouldn't hunt baby birds, and bat butterflies, but apart from that, she's welcome to curl up next to me any day.

 

 

 

She's bemused by Otto. She's a bit naughty and likes to torment him, that usually involves sitting somewhere just out of reach (it's not hard, he's low to the ground!), and watching as he tries his best to 'play', he's desperate to be friends. After he's drove himself demented trying to get to her, she then casually, and slowly, walks away...silly Otto, will you never learn? I'm of the camp that cats are much more savvy than dogs.

 

 

 

Have a lovely day,

 

 

Amanda :) xxx

 

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