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I was stroking dozing older cat Teazel when I spotted younger cat Harlequin out in the garden. She was stalking a young sleek black cat in the garden. Teazel stirred in his sleep, dreaming, and I got the strangest impression that Jimmy Carr (for it was he -- the young, haphazard, wandering tom who crosses too many roads, and Harlequin's secret kitten crush) was actually Teazel's dream self, romping with her in the garden.

Going up St Ebbes, I found the morning population of Marks & Spencers congregated in their fire assembly point, while alarms echoed out of their store. They were all dressed in tidy black, and their voices (a sharp wordless babble faintly audible through my music) had that high, birdish quality that people get when they're not quite sure if the emergency is real, or just a false alarm. One of the shop assistants was holding another; an odd moment of intimacy in the crowd. It was like passing a bird colony; active, social and yet oddly uniform.

This morning, on the phone to the Co-op Bank (having spotted a dodgy internet transaction), Teazel came in and made a beeline for the most inappropriate place in the room and started throwing up a hairball grand style. Much respect is due to the unflappable lady on the end of the phone, who took the yakking cat interruptions in good part, and also to Teazel, for eventually consenting to throw up on a wipe-clan surface, and to phones, for not having cables any more.

Also this:



It's a gull stamping the river-bed, in order to raise mud and startle out little fish and other tasty morsels. You'll see a coot muscling in to have a go at the mud towards the end; but what you won't see is the Kingfisher, which, just as I lowered the camera, made a flashy flight off his feeding perch (just above the gull) and disappeared into the undergrowth.

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( 3 worms — Feed the birds )
la_marquise_de_
10th Nov, 2010 14:47 (UTC)
Our Mooncat currently has a new boyfriend, in the shape of a small black tom. He's a nice enough boy, but he's costing me a fortune in all the food he's stealing, and our two boys are not impressed with him at all. Moon, however, is oblivious. He's her friend and she wuvs him.
cleanskies
10th Nov, 2010 15:53 (UTC)
such a little miss
From his pleasingly zaftig proportions I'd say Jimmy Carr comes here for fun not food (which is anyway on the other side of a magnetic catflap) but he's the only one she'll tolerate in HER garden.
cleanskies
10th Nov, 2010 15:54 (UTC)
apart from Teazel of course
she loves him also
( 3 worms — Feed the birds )