“If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.”
― Terry Pratchet, Lords and Ladies
Mr & Mrs Potter moved out of the little house next door to us while Mr T was in the land of Oz; so now we have a new neighbour, Ida.
Ida is owned by two dogs & three cats.
The dogs are named Cheyenne (who looks like a Golden Retriever with black fur) and Angel (a 17 year old Jack Russel with failing senses). Angel is the antithesis of all things angelic, at least once a day, she and Cheyenne stand on their side of the fence; hackles raised, teeth bared and nose to nose with Paddy and Ruby on our side. Riotous barking ensues. Two of the cats are Chiquita & Pepito, elegant, aloof Siamese cats.
Then there is Lexie; a friendly, fluffy cat who wears the most stylish eye-make up.
We were having “getting to know you” drinks with Ida the other day when I remarked on how beautiful Lexie’s eye were, to which Ida agreed they were indeed beautiful but added that they can be cruel too, especially when Lexie is on a bloodthirsty killing spree.
One of Lexie’s secret sleeping spots is on the roof of Ida’s laundry; these are the images I took of her this morning.
Oh oh, looks like I’ve been spotted. Damn Paparazzi!
Hey wise guy!
Ok, hand over the camera and nobody gets hurt, capisce?
Now, that’s what I call style.
All my love