It was one of those hot sultry days in which you half expect alligators to crawl up out of the drains. The cat and I retreated to a cool corner of the garden by the pond. I drank coffee, ate brazils and journalled. The cat dozed intermittently but remained alert to the slightest sign that a frog might be out of its watery domain. She is a nervous animal; a born hunter. I had the privilege of sharing a moment of companionship with her, but in truth it was a matter of tolerance on her part, not friendship.
Here is a rather duff film of our morning together. The singer is Earth Kitt (see what I’ve done there?)
