A really beautiful and pedigreed cat.
A cat with more than nine lives.
He has taken a liking to my outside store.
Where we keep our packaging material.
He lives in a very upmarket housing estate about half a kilometre from here.
His owner knows he is here.
Apparently, he comes home every three days or so.
To get to his home he has to cross a really busy highway.
I hope to God he is doing this late at night.
Or his lives are going to be running out.
I wonder where he is doing his ablutions?
One of my guys could be in for a nasty surprise.
So this weekend I have two granddaughters coming to stay.
I waited until Mex was full of wine and pizza before I broke that bit of news to him.
Hopefully the 17 year old will look after the 6 year old.
Or am I being optimistic?
I heard on the news that we are experiencing very big waves.
I hope I can get home soon enough to take some shots.
I need to pick up the two girls.
At different places.
Stop at the supermarket.
For milk etc.
Get a lottery ticket.
Stop and pick up 6 year old’s clothes.
Hmmmm….somehow I don’t think I am going to make the beach.
Now you lot have a grand weekend.