Ooh! Look! A lizard!

A couple of days ago, I was sitting on the stone bench by the swimming pool, having a well-earned cup of tea and a supremely decadent chocolate muffin. I was staring into space and absent-mindedly stroking Tuffy-cat, who was curled up on the sun-warmed bench beside me, and emitting an appreciative soft purr. Suddenly, I…

A catnip thief?

Hey! Who’s been chomping on Tuffy-cat’s brand-new catnip plant?! This is what it looked like on 3 September 2009, which is only about two weeks ago: And this is what the poor thing looked like today: Strictly speaking, it’s been looking like this for a couple of days now, but I wasn’t able to take…

A sun-loving cat

Tuffy loves warmth. Like a heat-seaking missile, she invariably homes in on anything that generates and/or stores warmth, whether that’s an oil heater against which she can press her nose, almost singeing her whiskers; an available lap, which she can knead and pump into submission; or the sunbeams slowly moving across the soft and fluffy…