Piglet, Spidy and Cat.

This wild moggy is becoming a regular on my blog. He (i believe he is a he) becomes more weather-worn every time I see him. I try to resist stroking him because to do so is essentially to harvest fleas. I have nothing against fleas as long as they are not on me.

But I do love this cat. Quite a self-sufficiant air about him which is only proved hollow by his many returns home for food provided by humans.













The pic below is from a pub in Colchester. Can any of you guess which one? Brian was very lucky to come away with his dignity in tact after a close-fought pool match. He was unimpressed by this mammoth spider. I tried to take a pic on my camera but failed fairly badly. 'Macro mode' doesn't like me. Or I don't like it. Either way, we don't see eye to eye.

So perhaps you can see how productively I have spent my summer vacation: a new-found grasp of the essentials of biology, some musical mutterings here and there, and selling bricks and mortar on the weekends.

One last picture...

This is Piglet. He is probably well-known by all who read this blog. He is a friend of Pooh Bear. He has a timidity which masks his great loyalty and his desire to display some of Pooh's courage (which he rarely does). He has been my travelling companion for many years now. I have to say he doesn't like bathing. But I could stand it no longer. I forcibly dunked him, head to toe, beneath hot, soapy water and gave him a thorough bathing. I think there where moments, between the frantic squeeling, where i caught glimpse of a grin of delight trying to escape his mouth. The picture is not of his sad cremation. I had to dry the poor creature. The only way I could think was to warm him lightly in my new (not new) oven. Doesn't he look peaceful! He's good as gold now. Back to his chirpy self. I'm sure he lets out a little squeel every time I pass by my new (not new) oven (my landlord tells me it's new. If i were feeling like raining on his parade, I would politely point out it is obviously not new.)