You cannot see a hand in front of you this morning, the fog is so thick. Eerie hee haws are coming from somewhere out there.
An owl is still hooting at 8.30 am must be on its way home.
Bonny has gone out to do some digging for mice, Eldo has gone back to bed.
The outside cats Nipolena and Baby have been fed and have had their early morning stroke, one gets to see them three times a day for feeds, but after a night mousing they go up the wooden stairs to the top of the barn/ dependance and snuggle down in their duvets beds. Not a bad life for outside cats.
Max and Fred wait patiently to be fed last and then disappear down to spend the day on our bed.
Fred manages to reappear every time I sit down with my ipad, so I always write with a cat on my knee.
You can never be lonely with all these pets and Malc I should say sits quietly researching stories for TAG, saying " what about this."
A quiet morning at Mas del Sol
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