It has been hot this weekend. Too hot at times. Although here I find my internal thermometer at odds with my brain, because at 30 degrees it is not as hot as it was in Italy, but for some reason it feels hotter.
Anyway, I had to have the door open, but Bella and Arthur aren’t really old enough (or had their full set of jabs) for unattended gallivanting around the neighbourhood, so I went to my local old fashioned hardware store and bought 1 knot of dupe and a couple of leads and secure collars and tethered the little kittens to the coffee table.
They’ve had a great weekend (as have I, watching them from the shade) and now they are flat out asleep… 😉
They are so adorable. Black cats are my favourites. My best-ever cat was pure black, and I gave him the inventive name of Tiddles, shame on me! Oh, he was such a lovely kitty and so very loving and I met him at a stables in Yorkshire and took him to London and then to Doha and he was always the perfect little pal.
Oh! Your new cats are much too cute. Jealous!
Is it possible for them to be *too* cute?