Let sleeping cats…

I was awakened this morning by the incessant alarm call of the blackbirds that live in the garden. I did wonder if it was the fox who visits nightly – but it was too late for him. That meant it had to be my neighbour’s cat Milo, who spends most of his days in the quiet of my garden and sleeps in the bottom of my small plastic greenhouse. His own house and garden now has two dogs living there and he is desperate to come and live with me.  To allow my husband to sleep on without being disturbed by the birds I went down and allowed Milo into the kitchen with me. I had a cup of tea, he prowled the kitchen for food. Always voracious Milo. Eventually he sat on a chair but would not settle for more than a few minutes at a time. Every time I moved so did he. Made for a sketchy painting – and I now know why I paint fruit!