This is Ratty the tomcat, relations with whom weren’t always entirely convivial. He was relentlessly nasty to the she-cat, and was an absolute homicidal (inappropriate adjective I know, but you know what I mean) maniac when it came to birds and rodents. He even dumped a dead baby rabbit on the doorstep once. He was fearless, though. I once saw him sitting on the narrow ledge of next door’s bedroom window, and to this day I can’t explain how on earth he got there. Neither could the woman next door. And his method of crossing the road outside the cottage was simple: head down and go, the consequence of which was that he twice got hit by vehicles. The first incident he survived after a lengthy spell of recuperation; the second he didn’t. The peaceful nature of his pose is far from typical of him.
This is a second picture of the Lady Em doing what Lady Ems liked doing best. The reason for posting it – apart from adding something truly lovely to the blog – is that it’s a very good action picture of a dog. Yes, I do say so myself.
And ten months after the car despatched Ratty, heaven took Em for itself. (Lucy, the she-cat, died with feline leukaemia between the two.)