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| A lone surfer making his way across Perranuthnoe beach |
January has not been kind to us this year with moisture laden air sweeping in from the sea and roaring lines of white horse filling the bay to break in uneasy foam on the shore.
Olly Cats New years Eve celebration were brought up short after he ventured out to the Dining room back door for his evening constitutional only to be found on the front door step two minutes later pressed against the front door, the air thick with cordite around him. And so he retired to bed! Our guest did rather better watching a spectacular display around Mounts Bay from the Blue room, with two other adventurous souls taking a bottle of champagne out on the the front lawn to celebrate under the stars with the bay in front of them. It must have been romantic - alas i slept through the whole thing rather like Olly!
With the house empty once more we caught the prevailing flu and the next couple of weeks have slipped away blogless until now. Olly retired to a spot between the Dining room curtain and the back door and shredded the recycling with earnest determination - it must have taken him for ever to reduce the heap of newspapers to a comfortable consistency to make the purrfect bed to sleep away the winter. Occasionally a small tsami of shredded paper escapes and drift across the floor but in general he should not be disturbed until the spring.
The winter storms also brought a black cat - cold frail and hungry he gratefully set up home in the barn on a pile of horse rugs and accepted large quantities of cat food - which is why i took a photo of Perranuthnoe Beach - of course.........about as obvious as Ollie's need to shred an entire heap of newspaper you might say! Well local intelligence reported two missing black cats from the village one of which had a poster with a phone number just above the beach and so whilst i was there looking for the aforementioned poster i took o photo of the valiant surfer trudging off determinedly to find the sea but no poster to be found.
But slowly people have come to see the cat and each one say "No - that is not my cat" and the cat receives them graciously from his self appointed throne before settling back to sleep with half an eye on his cat saucer nicely positions within reach! A small survivor of the storm looking for a kind home.
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Do hope you're all feeling better now - strange thatboth you and the Peppercorn Kitchen Cafe have got a foundling Black Cat - theirs may go home at night though. Ollie will get a suprise when he eventually goes out to inspect his "outer" territory ! We're trying to encourage Tilly to play with any puppies we meet on the beach, in the hope that little Tommy puppy doesn't come as too much of a shock. Sue
ReplyDeleteYes thanks Sue so much better but it came as quite a shock when you are used to feeling well!
ReplyDeleteI've checked out the Peppercorn Cat and we came to the conclusion he is one and the same so he has extended his beat! They haven't seen their version for two weeks so about right by pussy travelling speed. Ollie doesn't know whether to be mean to Wilbur in the garden room or Samba in the horse barn - Cat executive stress me thinks.
What a gorgeous puppy Tommy is he'll give you so much fun - I'm glad you found him and look forward to following his antics! Christine