Cat catch

Just beautiful this morning. The forecast promises sunshine, cloud and a continuation of those fun, high winds we’ve been having recently. At least the cat likes it, strutting home with blown-dry just-out-of-the-salon smugness, though the gift of yet another dead bird isn’t received with quite the enthusiasm he expects. It must, I think, be hardwired: after all, it takes just one instance for him to remember that he can get into the house by climbing onto the garden wall, leaping across to the balcony and inching its barely ajar window open with a persistent paw. Tens of pitiful, small and unnecessary deaths later however, he hasn’t quite grasped that we’re unwilling beneficiaries of his brand of largesse.