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…

Feline lonely?

My friend Mark (of the books/derelict house) needs one more volume in his library.

Having recently suffered the demise of his greedy, three-legged, flea-ridden, mange-riddled cat Otis (it always took the lift), he clearly needs help with the grieving process.

Thanks to Awful Library Books once more.

Getting soft

You can tell I'm on holiday - all my hard-earned rage has (temporarily) disappeared and I'm entranced by soft fluffy kittens. In particular, Myrtle the Moggy, my sister's kitten. Tomorrow she departs rural Shropshire for London, where she'll be eaten by an urban fox. But today, she play-fights with KitKat, her half-sister. More pictures (and of snow/birds etc.) here. Click on these for bigger ones.

Flower power

I wandered round my mother's garden at the weekend and took some pictures. They're all here, or click on these for bigger versions.

Fallen Hydrangea petals 

I've played with the colours of this one

I'm thorny, thorny thorny thorny

Mark but this bee…

Purple-headed monster

Running out of puns now

Can you guess what it is yet?