This is the Woody!

The meandering path of the homeward bound (eventually) Woody.

This is not my garden, and yet, this is my cat. I went next door to look at their impressive dahlias, and he just turned up, looking like he owns the place.

I’m in the forest keeping cool. 🐯

A rare picture of Woody fast asleep. The moment he realised I was awake, that’s it, day’s started off we go…

A dinner of garden produce.

A few more up to date ones. Our dear little Woody is at once, a blessing, a joy, and a whirlwind of naughtiness. 🥰

And then, around March, we started taking him outside in a little harness! Action Cat!

And here… more kitten pictures from December and January. 🥰

Reader, I am aware that you missed out on months of kitten pictures while I was “on a break”. So I’m going to attempt to amend that. First four pictures incoming:

Farewell, comfy sandals, you were a great and trustworthy friend. May you rest in peace in sandal heaven. 😢

Oh that’s a shame, I was hoping for something like this.

Frensham has become a nightmare anyway on the hot days so best avoided. I like it in the middle of winter with the low light. Pic from around January. 😊

Meanwhile, in Adventures with Woody, it’s an ongoing battle for 2nd place with Salem, but for now, we’re winning. @missymollymol.bsky.social

My Little and Large. Gloria (gold laced Wyandotte) and Rosie (Barnevelder).😊

Meringue-ing.

Gloria lays eggs like torpedoes. I’ve only had one in four weeks. She’s all about feathers and cuddles, not breakfast.

You can’t tell from these pics but she’s massive! 3.5 kilos of cuddly feathery chattiness. Love her to bits. 🥰

Let me tell you about my newest feathered friend, Gloria. Gloria came the day after Alice left me. I had a random call asking if I’d take a lone hen whose owners were not getting any more. Of course I said yes. Turned out to be the utterly beautiful and wonderful Gloria - a gold laced Wyandotte.

And so it begins. The nightly game of Where’s Woody?

Catouflage.

He’s all growed up now. But continues to be a terror.

BUT…. literally two days after Edward passed, and quite by chance, this tiny terror came into our lives. The Cat Distribution Service in action again. Meet Woody.

*looks*

*peeks*

It’s been a while. Back soon.

Fed up of all the numbers now. 😞😖😐😒😞

I am at The Bingo.

I am a lucky girl. I am Margo. This is me on the day I was rescued out of the farm. I got up on this roof and looked at human and she looked at me, and she gave me a cuddle even though I was stinky and wet and then she took me home. 🥰

I luv avin a barth. 🫧