I went upstairs to vacuum yesterday afternoon, to find eight of our eleven cats either on our bed or draped along the window sill. They were all enjoying the sun. I couldn’t bear to disturb them, so the housework had to wait until this morning. The weather is dull and dreary now and to my knowledge, we have three of them huddled round the Aga in the beds that we installed some time ago. Spoiled? Of course they are!
It reminded me of the photographs I took of little Foxy a few weeks ago. Once again, I had gone upstairs for something and spotted our timid little girl snoozing on the bedroom carpet. I rushed back downstairs to grab the camera and managed to get the image featured above. From my vantage point on the stairs, I could see that she wasn’t alone and I could just make out Pearl’s eyes in the darkness under the bed. She sometimes likes to curl up on top of the plastic storage boxes. Foxy clearly knew she was there as can be seen from the next photograph.
Later on I found Foxy had moved from the floor into the cat bed that lives on top of our bed. She was warm and half asleep and I managed to get this shot before she woke up. There are times when I wish I was a cat…