Teenie and The Wind

We are still being blasted with gale force winds, although it has changed direction now and is coming from the opposite side.

It is a gusty wind and is picking up odd things around the place and tossing them around in the street like playthings.  Things like empty plastic bottles, bits of cardboard and packaging, the odd shopping bag, and even a McDonald’s burger box.  Most of them race past too fast to pick up, they dance around in front of you and then the wind picks them up and they are gone again.

Thankfully the rain has stopped and the clouds are beginning to break up and show some blue sky hiding behind them.  No matter, I have put off my shopping again and will go tomorrow if the weather is better.  No sense in going out if not really needed. 

Teenie, the scaredy cat

Teenie has the right idea.  She is the oldest of the three cats living here, and is cosily curled up and snoozing, except for that eye keeping a wary watch on me!  She is 15 years old now but still healthy and sprightly.   

Her only fault is that she is, and has always been, a scaredy cat.  She will spook at anything and spends most of her waking hours hiding behind chairs or under tables, watching the world go on around her but not participating in it.  If she gets disturbed she will scoot off for the nearest exit and disappear for ages before finally sneaking back inside. 

Teenie is very attached to my son who has had her since she was a kitten and is also the one who feeds her.  His bed is the only one she will sleep on, and he is the only one who can get close enough to pat her.  Not what I call an affectionate cat at all, although she does now accept me in the house and no longer hides from me all the time.

Until next time,

Margaret