Daily photos No. 16: finally some cats!

No ideological or aesthetic point to make today. I just like textures, small things and cats. These were in my mother's garden one day in 2010. The cat is the most recent of a long line of eccentric, charming feline murderers we acquired from the neighbouring farm once my cat-hating grandfather died. He used to like the beasts until one killed an entire roof-ful of sparrows in his garage in 1972. I can see his point, and cat-disdain was pretty much his only character flaw, so I'm willing to give him a pass. The cats had to share space with free-range guinea pigs, feral rabbits and chickens, as well as cope with my youngest sister treating them like dolls, pushing them around in a pram. They were very patient.

So: finally I add some cat content to social media.

She's 34 next week…