Damn that photo looked much better when I opened it.
Let’s try another one.
Ah that is better.
His name is Storm and he used to live next door to us.
Now he has moved around the corner.
He is beautiful.
He is also the cat who bit a big chunk out of my arm.
But, I don’t hold a grudge.
Yesterday, I did what I do best.
And that is pretty much nothing.
I didn’t put on any make-up and my hair was standing straight up.
Mental note…change my hairdresser.
Storm’s Mom had said she would pop around for a visit.
As we are friends I didn’t really care too much what I looked like.
There was a knock on the door and it was our young neighbour from two doors up.
He came to warn us that we are going to be without water for 24 hours from eight on Wednesday morning to eight on Thursday morning.
As if power outages aren’t enough!
He came in to chat and there was a knock on the door.
My mate from work and her grandson.
If I had been having a good hair day and had put on some make-up, nobody would have called.
When my friend arrived Storm followed her.
And bellowed outside the window for her whole visit.
I am pretty sure he was doing a bit of swearing.
Jasmine was dying for him to come in.
She likes cats.
We are a strange family.
But, Mex would not hear of it.
He can be such a spoilsport.