It’s six o’clock on a fair August evening, and the kid had been shut inside again. Arthur and Percy can hang out and ablute in peace, without fear of being pounced upon by small and enthusiastic kittens.
Letting it all Hang Out
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Freyja has had her jabs, her microchip and is allowed out (supervised as present, as she is still a mad little kitten). She has discovered that the garden is just absolutely full of fun things; Arthur is at pains to point out that he is not one of them.
All the fun things in the Garden
It was once the site of his Ancient Hunting Grounds, but Arthur is adaptable and has therefore seen fit to oversee the building that is going up next door. Only Stan is working next door today. Arthur is familiar with Stan and he can therefore be trusted to work for a few hours unattended, unlike other strange and unfamiliar building persons. Later this evening Arthur will go on a site inspection, just to check all is as it should be.
The Site Manager
I am multi-tasking: I am picking black currants, and I am stroking Arthur. This is not the most efficient way to pick black currants, but it makes Arthur happy.
Arthur is also multi-tasking: he is being stroked and he is also being happy. He experimented for a while with the concept of sharpening his claws on my bottom at the same time as the other activities, but my sudden surprised yelps were intended to suggest that this was taking efficiency one step too far.
Multi-tasking with Arthur
It’s been a while since Arthur found a box that was just right, but he likes to keep in practice. This one was acceptable yesterday evening. Today it has fallen out of favour again…
Arthur in a box
Arthur’s springtime look.
Orange & Pink
Yesterday I had several packages to get in the post, which is time-consuming and boring work. Fortunately I had help, or to be more precise, the bubblewrap had help.
Arthur helps the bubblewrap
There is no cat on the table.
You may believe you see a cat on the table, but you do not, for two very important reasons:
1. The cat is on the towel, not on the table. If the towel sees fit to be on the table that is its own affair and not the business of the cat.
2. The towel is orange; the cat is orange. The cat, therefore, is not visible on the towel.
The cat not being visible, it cannot therefore be seen. Ergo, the invisible cat is not on the table.
The Optical Illusion
I thought I would draw something in the garden, so I had settled down to draw the veg patch, with its newly sprouted broad beans and its very fine rhubarb forcer. It is not an easy thing drawing outside in bright sunlight with this phone that I do the drawings on. The surface is too shiny and the brightness of the screen too weak, and it’s all reflections. And cats. It is especially hard to see through cats. And it is especially hard to draw when being circled by a certain orange person who will neither stay still for a portrait nor get out of the actual way. I did my best.
catus interruptus
Tony and the cats were enjoying the log burner. I’m not saying it was hot in there, but the cats were beginning to melt…
The cats were beginning to melt
Please note that no cats were in fact melted in the process of making this drawing.
