Gale is almost an understatement for the conditions outside today. My poor iris that I have been nurturing for months is laid flat in all its splendour and many of my Acquelegia are also flattened. But this is life for the gardener - we pick up the pieces, survive and carry on.
I promised my friend W that I would tell the story of her cat today. This is a cautionary tale for all of you - cat lover or not. W has had Jack Russell terriers for years but lost her last one a few months ago; deciding she would not replace Sophie with another dog she decided she would get a cat from Cat Rescue. Eventually, after a wait, she took on a tabby cat - she christened her Milly. This wasearly Winter and throughout the season Milly showed absolutely no desire to go outside, being perfectly content to claim any knee that was around, purr loudly and generally take over the household. 'Thank you for giving me this house,' she seemed to be saying, 'I am happy to take it on and own it.'
Then last week came the almost forgotten phenomenon of warm sunshine and one day, when the conservatory door was open Milly decided to investigate the great outdoors. W didn't miss her for a while but when she did she searched the house and realised Milly must have gone out. Would she come back? No worries, a couple of hours later Milly returned, settled down on the sofa and went to sleep. All was well. She had really settled in and knew her way around.
How have things gone over the last few days? The first day Milly brought home a baby rabbit - and when I say home I mean she brought it into the house. Then the next day she brought W a shrew, a fat mouse (pregnant?) and a baby rabbit. After getting thanks and praise for her offerings she sets to and eats them - but - and here's the rub - she eats everything but the eyeballs, which she leaves for W to dispose of! Anyone got a recipe which include mouse eyeballs?