Feline Fun!

Claws and Jaws

And purrs and fur

And nine lives

So they say

And magic eyes

And distant thoughts

And an urge to play

Or prey

EXTREMELY CUTE Image from PIXABAY

Down by the Edge of The Lake

Sometimes, life is surreal.

Sometimes, you  just have to look on and wonder.

Wonder what?

Exactly.

The Lake at lunchtime.

I have no idea where those mountains have come from…

I must apologise. I blame Brexit.

Familiar

Prowling through the shadows, unnoticed.

Listening to the fading sounds as daytime draws to a close.

Waiting for the right time to run across the deserted street, out of sight.

Now is the time.

Across the road. Up the kerb. Through the gate. Along the path.

Onto the doorstep.

Sit and wait.

Wait.

And sit.

The door creaks open slowly.

“There you…”

In.

Inside.

In the warmth.

By the fireside.

Lie.

Stretch.

Yawn.

Curl.

Purr.

Magpie Magic

Nature is amazing, isn’t she?

In the corner of the Garden is a little grave where Simba lies sleeping, since she took her soul up to the Great Cattery Heaven.

When she first departed, we marked where she lay with a simple but artificial red rose. We always say ‘hello’ to her, when we see her little place, but over time the rose became weathered and battered. It was replaced by another rose, but in time the same happened to that, and they vanished from the plot.

Recently, the corner of the Garden has just been bare, lawn-covered and bathed only in glorious sunshine.

Earlier today, two magpies were in the Garden, a mother and her baby. The baby was  lying on the grass, watching her mother busying herself doing what magpie mothers do. She hopped in the sunshine, and walked in the shade. Back and to to the dry tub where we normally leave water for the birds and other creatures to drink.

I went out to fill the tub, and the magpies flew just a little further away to a safe distance. I watched them for a while, as they watched me, and then I returned back inside.

A short time later, I looked out of the window, and saw the baby magpie lying on the lawn in the corner, seemingly pecking on something on the ground above where Simba lay. What the baby was pecking at was red.

I waited for the birds to fly away again before I went out to investigate what was going on.

Can you imagine my surprise when I saw a red rose on the place where Simba is sleeping? It was one of the red artificial ones, which have been misled for quite a while. But for it to be in the very spot where it lay originally, apparently placed there by a baby magpie – well, that makes you think.

I don’t know if you remember Simba, there are a few photos of her dotted about throughout the blog… she was a gorgeous black and white cat with the friendliest of personalities. Black and white. The colour of magpies.

Like I say… Nature is amazing isn’t she? Full of Fabulous surprises.

(The picture that accompanies this post is a quick and wobbly digital doodah of a magpie. Or that’s what it’s meant to be anyway! I can’t recreate the beauty of the real thing.)

An Ounce

Or a Snow Leopard, in acrylics. An unfinished one, mind, but it’s still an ounce.

I’m out of practice with this actual painting malarkey, but at least with Tuesdays being my Creative Paradise day I have to create something – or at least have a go. Warts and all, what I create for Tuesday will appear on Tuesday.