Peanut sitting on the floor of the slate room extension at the back of the house
Peanut getting ready to pounce on a small, windowed, box containing four suspended toy mice
Peanut manages to obtain the poor mouse
Peanut taking a low swipe at the camera from the ground, and doing a good job of protecting my brand-new golf clubs at the same time
For years now, my brother has been pestering me about getting a cat, because I’ve not had one for about a decade now. Excuses for not getting one have included things like not tying myself down, the hassle of having to deal with one all the time, such as patting it when it demands it, even if I must concentrate on my studies or whatever, and the inevitable things that will get broken. Being able to play with my brother’s cats, then leave them in his charge each time I go home, is very convenient.
However, on Sunday, I received a phone call from Simon saying that he has something to show me, and could I come around. I was feeling lazy, so he declared that he would bring it around to my place instead. Well, here comes this little kitten, which had apparently been hanging around his brother-in-law’s workplace for a day or so, looking lost, and Simon took it saying that he would find a home for it. Well, a home he has found. A darn good one at that, too, I reckon: I’m no stranger to spoiling cats!
This little monster, which I’ve named “Peanut” (having suggested that name to Simon for several of his cats – not all of them extant), is named after the small dog belonging to the main character in the movie Jury Duty, that I haven’t seen since it was first released and which I thought was funny at the time :-)