I've not really ever posted a photo of myself on here, so I'm going to do it now while I'm still thinking it's nothing compared to spending several hours in public wearing this badge!
I've got two weeks off work to recover from the shock. I spent the first week up in the Midlands visiting my parents. When I returned, the apple blossom was in full bloom as well as lots and lots of lovely, frothy cow parsley. Seems to be a bumper year for it!
Den had quite a stressful week looking after Smudge. He was still house bound and suffering from a poorly tummy(Smudge, not Den). My other strays have turned up out of the blue, but we know Smudge has been surviving over the road in the old holiday centre, so there's a chance he might return. He has been seen all over this area, so he is familiar with his surroundings.
Biting the bullet, we let him out on Sunday afternoon. I stayed with him as he walked up and down the side of the house, jumping at the slightest sound. He did come to me when he was called, but only after a few seconds looking completely lost and looking at me like he had never seen me before in his life. Finally, he went off and I decided not to follow. He didn't come back for half an hour, but when he did he came up to me when I called his name.
On Monday we allowed him free access via the open door and cat flap when it got too cold to leave the door open. He settled down outside, but didn't seem to want to come in at all. I intended to get him in before in got dark, but I need not have worried as he came in himself and went to bed.
Today we have been out for most of the day. When we got home he was inside, so things are looking good so far.
Whiskers seems to be more territorial outside. I put a cardigan down on the bench for Smudge, but the minute he had jumped down it was taken over by Whiskers, who never normally sits about outside at all.
Kitty still acts aloof, creeping up behind him to sniff his tail, then grumbling at him if he turns round and ignores her, which he does.
Here she is spying on him through the plants.
As for Rolly, he just gets on with his routine. He's the least trouble of all the cats. He sleeps in the same bed, eats the same food and doesn't bother about anything.
Some more blossom and plants. I love this time of year, but a little bit of sunshine would have made the day!