CATS ON TUESDAY
Mr. G. met our neighbor who is a real chatterbox. If you are lucky he holds you for an hour on the street especially when you are in a hurry. Each time you want to escape he calls you back for another subject. This time it was the flooding.
Arthur had climbed on the car and was listening. From time to time he protested with a loud meow. Finally Mr. G. could unload the shopping bags and Arthur, helpfully stroke around Mr. G.'s legs, fortunately he kept his balance and didn't break a leg !
Rosie smelled that something strange was going on, this huge Ikea bag was quiet unusual but nice to sit in. It was for the bedlinnen I took with us to Amsterdam
I don't know if she waved good bye
Pookie was too lazy to move
Toby one day old
and when we arrived in Amsterdam, we saw our little grandson Toby for the first time. The cats of course haven't seen him yet and I suppose they are not in a hurry either. Usually cats are not very fond of little children, due to eventual tail pulling ! Only Arthur is a good boy with little once.