And there I was thinking it was just my hound that was manic ...

Early morning in my bay

Someone needs to tell “the cat who lived” that chasing other cats and defending your territory ISN’T possible with your jaw wired shut. Someone also needs to tell her that this is Tiger’s home too and it’s not really acceptable to scare the pants off him like she did today..

I can’t imagine what he must of thought she was ... the feeding tube swings around like a propellor when she walks and she has this metal gadget under her chin. She doesn’t LOOK like your average kitty ... and especially not when she’s in motion.

My favourite piece of real estate

Who's going to get the ball?

I must admit though, scaring him has had one positive outcome ... he’s come inside and not made a sound. On your average day, I can hear him coming before I see him. He has a language all of his own and the decibel level varies ... it’s not Callum’s cat for nothing. The only time either of them are quiet is when they pause for breath, when they’re eating .... or, as in Tiger’s case .... when he’s been scared witless by an evil looking kitty that shouldn’t have been outside.

And there I was thinking it was just my hound that was manic.

Some of the seagulls are manic too!

“The cat who lived” has been captured and returned to her padded cell and peace has returned to the home .... terrified Tiger is lying on the dining room table trying to convince all and sundry that he wasn’t scared at all.
Yeah right.

As for the manic hound .... she wasn’t at all happy when we reached the beach this morning. There was a tractor on the beach and it was cleaning up all the seaweed and debris ... including all the wonderful LOGS that had been washed ashore. The beach looks pristine at the moment but it’s not likely to last very long ... the tides have a way of making a mockery of all the hard work the tractor does.

The hound had to make do with the rugby ball and chasing seagulls.

It was a cold ramble today .... I didn’t take my Fagan gloves off AT ALL. Taking them off is normally an indicator of an increase in body temp and the gloves then get relegated to the backpack ... not today though ... my hands were icy! Winter can be wicked ... I really don’t like these dark mornings and dark evenings when the sun’s visiting the other end of the world. My day NEEDS sunshine in it .... 

Despite the darkness of the mornings, the sun’s rays eventually warm up my world. I love the reflections in the bay when the tide’s out ... I can’t get enough of them. Reflections appeal to my inner mind in so many ways. They're equal and opposite and when the sun’s shining, they’re vividly clear. Would that “looking within” could give me the same kind of clarity that the reflections in my bay do.

Look how clean my beach looks!

 “When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile” ~ author unknown.