She is eighteen, totally blind, and almost totally deaf. And yet she insists on climbing the fence to get to our garden, climbing two flights of stairs to get to our deck, and snuffling around for possible chicken snacks every day.
Not great pictures, but you can see her blind eyes in the last one.
In the southern part of Canberra, at least. It was unbelievable! Also, it was a bit scary. For a number of minutes before it hit, before we had a single raindrop, there was this huge, deafening and terrifying roaring sound (which I guess was hail falling nearby), and we knew something frightening was coming, but we didn’t know what.
Then suddenly these huge pieces of ice, ten times bigger than regular hailstones, started hitting our windows, coming in almost horizontally. It was so strong we had to stand back from the glass because it was likely to break.
We did sustain damage to pretty much every window frame, as well as to the back deck. The space above the stove in the kitchen had a waterfall running from it, the fireplace leaked everywhere – outside the fireplace, not inside it! – and the fan vent thingy in the bathroom also leaked. Then we lost power for hours. Thankfully we’re the sort of people who have lots of candles in the house!
Thank God we’d already let the neighbour’s cat into the house before it hit, because it would have been horrible for him out there.
It was my father’s birthday party, so it was a memorable one!
We spent some time clearing out my late-grandmother’s house on Saturday. All her blossoms are out, and the garden is gorgeous! X
We have also picked up another stray cat. This is one of many we’ve had in recent times, and this one is such a lovely-natured creature.
Look at this idiot! It was raining so we had to let him in because he looked so sad… I wonder who owns him, and if they worry he’s always at our house and not theirs. He turned up groomed today, so somebody is paying for him – even if they never see him!
Okay, so his name most likely isn’t Ernie, but that’s what I call him! But this is that cat I mentioned before. He’s started turning up at our house about four times a day, and I sort of love him.
If I had any idea he was a stray I’d do something about it, but occasionally he turns up groomed, and he’s very well-fed, and he always walks home the same way. So I think he’s just a cat that has decided we’re great because we’re up late at night. He comes to visit at all hours of the day. 4:30am, for example!
I really like him now. If he wants to move in…
Some of my favourites from 2014.
This year has been the year of the cat for us. All our gorgeous strays went to new homes, and now this guy has turned up!
He’s a bit funny-looking, and he’s a big lump of a thing and not all that affectionate, but I’ve become a cat person all of a sudden. So I’ll take him if he wants to hang around here!