|ZORRO (left) & BOUNDER|
The four cats pictured above are the most sociable and seem to have no issue with the fact that they have a new and unfamiliar keeper. Zorro and Treacle in particular have shown me plenty of what might be construed as affection though a cat psychologist might well describe it as something else.
The other six cats seem wary of me as if believing they now have a mass murderer in their midst. They are in and out of that cat flap like lightning bolts. These are not urban house cats; they are rural, half-wild and free.
Yesterday was as chilly as Saturday. After doing my chores and reading another chapter of "Sons and Lovers", I drove to Pamier, planning to do a little shopping in the big Intermarche Hypermarket by the autoroute that links Toulouse with Andorra. I knew that this cavernous warehouse-like shop opens at 9.30am on Sundays but I hadn't checked its closing time. It closed at 12.45pm and I arrived an hour later. How was I to survive?
I headed for McDonalds and navigated one of the big touchscreen menus that greet would-be customers nowadays. Personally, I would rather go up to a counter to place my order with a human being but in that regard I guess I am somewhat old-fashioned. Nobody else seems to mind.
Today, Monday, I am planning to go for a long country walk. The sun is shining, the herd is fed so its time to rock and roll. I can clean up the log fire later. Adieu mes amis!