This is Percy’s favourite cushion. There are several other cushions, but Percy’s white hairs whisper to him and tell him this is the one to sit on; all the other cushions are white, or pale coloured.
It is Boxing Day and there are unfamiliar and suspicious people in the house. In the greenhouse there is almost nothing. Someone has unaccountably abandoned a length of horticultural fleece on the bench in the greenhouse though, all folded up and surprisingly Percy-sized. It is therefore in need of regular checking, to make sure it is still there and has not been stolen. It is fortunate that the empty flower pots are close to hand too, as they can be guarded at the same time. Still more fortunate is the fact that someone has overlooked the proper closing of the door and wedged it open to exactly the same width as Percy. Sometimes the world is good to Percy.
Arthur and Percy had a little something of turkey giblets for afternoon tea. They also had a little game from the game pie that Tony is making, for second breakfast. This, of course, in addition to ordinary breakfast and tea. It has been a busy day, so much so that as a special concession, Arthur’s second little something was served to him whilst on Boiler Duty, which is of course not usually allowed, and Percy’s whilst on Greenhouse Duty.
We have a new fancy-pants wood-pellet boiler. It is much greener than the old oil boiler, but Arthur is concerned that it is insufficiently insulated and that too much heat escapes out of the top of it. He has therefore taken it upon himself to act as a heat-sink and soak up some of this excess heat, and store it within his person so that it may be available at a later date.
Percy is in possession of a very fine set of long white legs, and usually makes sure a few of them are well-displayed when lounging about, just in case anyone had failed to notice already.
Arthur had a takeaway early this morning and was too full to manage even a morsel of breakfast! In fact, he couldn’t finish the takeaway either. He left the rest in the dining room, presumably in case we were hungry this morning too. To judge from the tail and hind legs it was quite a substantial rat and quite fresh, but still I fancied muesli instead.
Gentle reader, do not fear for the safety of Arthur: in a blatant abuse of artistic licence I have left out the armchair against which the boxes have come to rest. This is Arthur’s new favourite place from which to watch the football; he is a Sunderland fan, for reasons that are currently unclear.
This is our kitchen. Or, to be more correct, this WAS our kitchen until Monday morning; this week it has been visited by the Four Cats of the Apocalypse. Apparently all is running to plan, but excuse me if I do not invite you round for tea just now.
Do not worry about Arthur and Percy, they are guarding the sofa against apocalyptic occurrence. They have, however, admitted that this one really is not their show, and allowed the Four Cats to get on with what they do best.
Delivery people came this afternoon. You need to watch delivery people, they are notorious for stealing a person’s logs. Arthur kept an eye on them from the log store, until they left the premises again.
Percy has barely featured in Cat-of-the-Day lately. This is mostly because he has gone off his beanbag entirely, and taken to the sofa (which is not in my studio), and also because Arthur has been so amusing with boxes. I was so desperate for a sketch of Percy I snapped a quick shot of him as he sat on top of our garage (which is in fact an ancient crumbling stone barn with a rusty corrugated iron roof, quite artistic in its decay). I couldn’t draw all this outside – the surface of the phone is too shiny, and so I had to retreat indoors and draw from the photo.
So here is Percy, above the Jerusalem Artichokes.
The construction in the wall beside the fancy corrugated plastic window is one of my home-made Mason Bee houses. The baby bees are sleeping now, and won’t be out until April next year. 🙂
It’s always hard to know where to stop, with a drawing, so here are a couple of stages back….