Cat is bored.

We are still continuing our policy of feline containment. So far the cat flap has been destroyed and rebuilt three times. Cat has once escaped by either learning how to turn the switch on the flap or by applying brute force ( we were out and can only speculate.)
A large cardboard box filled with books and clothes destined for a charity shop and placed in front of the door was shoved rudely aside by cat trying to gain access to the cat flap.  And yesterday, while the chap of the house was quitely sitting at an open window watching the baby birds in the garden below, he was joined by the cat who then leaped out. Remember we live on the first floor. It was quite a leap. Cat is unscathed but our nerves are in tatters.

We are attempting to entertain the cat with a variety of expensive toys. He prefers, however, to play with a handmade bow tied to a length of wool and the very favourite thing, a piece of stringy stuff ripped from the towel basket by himself and then thrown around the house. Or a newspaper, preferably one in the process of being read.

I can't wait for the birds to grow up.

I have been

taking it easy so there is little of note to report. The garden has been doing all the work in this household, it is bursting at the seams with new growth and colour. Archie has been building beautiful staging for the greenhouse and I have been sitting in the sun with a knee full of knitting.

Magnus is not impressed with our new regime of keeping him in at night. Our big Silver Birch tree is playing host to many bird families and we thought it best to keep the beast inside between dusk and dawn to give the new folks a chance. The cat flap has been destroyed twice in escape attempts and the noise of a cat throwing himself at the front door at 3am is our new wake up call.  Thankfully it is a very thick door.