Tag Archives: Animals

Photo Friday – Garden Secrets

4 Nov

Garden Secrets

Photo Friday – Guests and Neighbours

21 Oct

I am once again a bit late in posting the Foto Friday entry. I was distracted by an unexpected visitor, who invited himself over around 10.30 pm.

I was going out of the flat to put a very uncomfortable chair into the basement. I had just about opened the front door when something shot past me into the corridor. It was a stray cat that had somehow got into the building and was roaming around the stairwell! You may remember him from Photo Friday – Autumn is my True Love. On the day that I took his photo, he came towards me and was asking for affection, rubbing up against my leg and rolling on his back so that I could scratch his tummy. Then, a few days ago, I found him locked up in the building’s dark basement! I let him out and he followed me up to my flat. Not knowing where he lived or to whom he belonged, I asked the neighbour, a cat owner, what we should do with him. Apparently he roams around the building and no-one knows whether he has an owner. It is believed that he belongs to a house in the neighbourhood, but it’s not clear why he vagabonds outside and seeks warmth and food in strangers’ homes.

The cat was exploring my flat, sniffing at everything and clearly in search of something to eat. I tried to feed him, by giving him almost everything that I had in the fridge and cupboards, but he only took two bites of tinned fish. He then spent almost ten minutes drinking water from the tap. He wandered about the flat, making himself at home. After a while, I took him outside, hoping that he would run to his real home, but he pressed his nose against the window and curled up by the door. I felt sorry for him – the nights are very cold now – and let him into the building again, hoping that he would just stay in the hall for the night. But, once again, he followed me up the stairs. I kept him away with my foot as I opened the door and went into my flat. But he miaowed on the dark landing and, yes, you’ve got it, I felt sorry for him.

I let him in and he immediately made himself comfortable on a chair, washing his paws and his belly. I spoke to my partner on the phone and we decided that keeping a stray cat in the house, even for a night, isn’t a good idea. If he didn’t like any of the food I proposed, he may be used to cat food, which means he has or has had an owner. Yet he was scratching himself and biting away at his fur/skin, which made me cautious of lice and/or infections.

Cute and calm as he was, I took him outside. Tomorrow I’ll post letters to the neighbouring houses, in hope of finding his owner.

As we’re on the topic of animals, here is another beauty that lives in my building. Sometimes, when his owner is at work, we go for walks and share tales about our native snowy lands.

Dog

Dog

Dog

Dog

Photo Friday – Autumn is my True Love

14 Oct

Autumn Is My True Love

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Ducks swimming on lake

Fall

What Gets You up in the Morning?

5 Oct

Waking up in London is easy. From 5am I hear the delivery and rubbish trucks moaning in the streets. From 6.30am buses open and close their screeching doors every fifteen minutes outside my window. From 7.30am the hum of cars at the cross-roads signals that the city is awake. Millions of people are already preparing for a day of action and decision, of learning and discovery, of fulfilment and happiness. By 8am I bury my half-open eyes into the warm pillow, relishing the smell of sleep and sweet dreams. I know that in the neighbourhood someone has already done a morning work-out, had a fresh fruit juice, read the paper, got their kids ready for school, prepared lunch for the family, and is on the way to work, looking fresh and full of energy.

“I gotta get moving,” I mumble to myself, stretching in bed and reaching for my diary. “How many things are programmed for today?”

Waking up in the South of France is a challenge for the unprepared. Heck, even the locals seem to have a hard time making out of bed on time for work. Shutters keep out the sunlight, making the body insensitive to the time of day. Living in suburbia, my morning alarm is a rooster calling out from a neighbouring house. Birds tell each other their dreams and I listen, lulled back to sleep by their songs. The elderly gentleman in the house opposite is no doubt walking around his garden, checking what changes the night brought on his crops. The cats are stretching on their fences, wary of getting their paws wet on the shimmering morning dew. The sun, like a ripe grapefruit, is peeking out to check that the world is ready for him. My plants are shivering in the shade; the warmth won’t get to them until the afternoon.

The alarm rings for the third time. “I should get up,” I think to myself, seeing the sunlight creep in under the door “Or else I’ll miss the cool smell of morning air, the shadows cast on the kitchen walls by the rising sun, the rare stillness of the trees, and the silence that falls upon the whole of nature in the early hours of day”. I open the shutters eagerly and a smile spreads across my face. “Good morning to you too, Mother Nature!”