One of the neighbour’s cats – the fluffy one – soaking up some winter sun.


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Fluffy Cat


I had witnesses when I finally got around to resuming my daily backyard walk.


Each of these ginger-and-white cats has a distinctive face. This one has ginger partly over one eye. He was curled up in a sunny spot in my messy garden.


This one wandered casually down the yard after me. The ginger is set fairly evenly about his/her face.


I call this next one Boofhead, and think it was him in the house – climbing the kitchen louvres, smashing his head into the locked dog door and leaping on the back window sash to get out, twice racing past an open side door, and yowling in terror. Eventually I was game enough to get past him and open the back door. One side of his nose and chin is ginger-spattered.


This time, on our return, no furtive feline family inhabited our yard. The neighbour does have a new half-grown kitten, but the total number of cats now seems to be only six.

So, back to my walk. I’m pretty slow after our five weeks away. Well, not just that – I never really got back into regular exercises after our trip last October. Today, it was an effort to bring my steps up to the 5,000 mark. I reckon I best leave it until next week before I get back to my exercises. Incentive: a cholesterol test in late May.

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Ginger & White Cats


A few mornings ago, very early, while tackling my first 6000 steps for the day, I had a feeling of being watched. I looked up. One of the rarely seen wild cats from next door was peeking over the top of our old bungalow. This one is a dark marmalade, with barely a spot of white anywhere.


I remember when I first saw this little fellow. His mother had him stashed in our backyard but he’d moved into a patch of sunlight where he’d fallen asleep. Besides being the darkest ginger I’d ever seen, he also was the tiniest. By his size, I’d be forgiven for thinking him a newborn, but when he startled awake, I saw that his eyes had already changed colour and he dashed away with the gait of an older kitten. Late last year, his mother was killed on the highway, but fortunately he and his fluffy calico siblings had been weaned by then and used to next-door’s feeding schedule.


A Marmalade Cat