Sunday
Dear Elsie
Today was the day we said good bye to you but not before some morning chess.
At 9am, you left and by lunchtime you were home. I love you all madly.
We had a quiet day & this afternoon, I even had a nap. I was woken up by Raiku meowing. The cat has a way of waking me up, mainly at some very unearthly hour of the morning. Last night, we left his cat flap open. I’ve always wanted to keep him in at night for fear of a mountainside encounter with a caracal, but we are pretty enclosed now and I don’t think caracals come this far down. Also, the internet tells me cats can smell the scent of a predator. So, while he did meow at 3am, it wasn’t for long. He found his exit and went outside, but I still prefer him to be awake, so I’ve been trying to prevent him from sleeping. Here he is a short while ago, struggling to stay awake…
Then this…
Then dreaming of mice…
Mike, Julian and David are all watching the Grand Prix. A dinner of wors rolls is about to happen.
A very restful day.
Psalm 105:4
Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂