Fred and Ginger

It's that car again! It's the only thing we own here so we are trying to sell it before we leave. So yesterday we got it cleaned up to take a photo to put on a few noticeboards. I thought I would post it here too as you can see the oranges are ripening nicely. They are bitter and not like the sweet oranges you usually buy to eat but make a wonderful marmalade.

Since I last mentioned the two feral cats who live in our garden, much has changed! I've called them Fred and Ginger and they are looking nice and healthy. Fred is very vocal and comes out to see us every time we leave the house or he sees the cars pulling into the drive. Ginger always follows behind when she knows it's safe as she's much more timid than him. I really fear that she wouldn't last long if Fred didn't look out for her.



Here's Fred in mid-conversation helping me wash the car. He keeps so close to me that it's now impossible to take a photo of him from a distance! He's more like a dog than a cat! I really wonder what the difference is between a feral cat and a domestic one. I've started giving these two food (they are so sweet, even Mark doesn't mind!) and they can be quite picky! They are still only kittens and have been chased off our property by a large tom so they live in a hedge in the garden across from our drive where they stake us out. A couple of weeks ago I left the back door open and Fred came in. The back door leads up to a flight of steps to our door and further up to the roof. We take a cup of tea up there occasionally where we can enjoy the warm evenings and watch the hustle and bustle of the beach road. At the top of the stairs we've left a chair. So when Fred ran in, I knew where he would be. He was upstairs making himself at home on the chair! Isn't that what every cat aspires to? I used to think if we didn't have cats as pets, they would revert to their natural ways. Now I think sleeping on comfy chairs and being fed at regular intervals IS their natural state!