Good afternoon! Would you like to join me for the second part of my road trip in the South-West of England? A long time wish of my daughter...
|Tigger (+) and Gina, then newly arrived|
Did you grow up with pets in your family? We had a small zoo, when I was young. Chickens, geese, ducks, a horse, goats, a dog, always more than 1 cat, rabbits, guinea pigs, a tortoise and agapornisses and tropical fish.
So it's no surprise that I want my children to grow up with pets as well, I suppose.
That photo above the blog is from 2005, and shows you a typical scene....we do love our catnaps!
Ah....seeing this makes me realise how grey our Gina has become over the years. Here she was young, and having a good time with my daughter on the lawn.
She's 10 now, and grey and becoming an old lady, who is stiff in the mornings and who has her old lady whines. And who has days of not wanting to leave her basket for walks, and who has to sniff at e-ve-ry tuft of grass along the way when she does like her walk.
Tigger, the large tomcat we adopted, and had with us for 10 years. And Snuf and Snuitje, who shared the rabbit hutch and were devoted to each other.
Tigger was very macho, and most of our guests (as well as family) were a tiny bit afraid of him. He had the nasty habit of hiding just around the corner of the kitchen, and then swiping at your ankles when you passed him with your hands full of dirty dishes. He used his nails, too. Told you, macho. He never did it to me (Ha! Still proud of that!). And was a big softy when it came to snuggling up to the kids.
He kept all the other neighbourhood cats out of our garden, and dogs as well. But he had a soft spot for our dogs. First Freya, and then Gina. He would share their basket, and snuggle up to them as well.
I don't very often get sentimental, it's not in my nature, but when I look at those old photographs they bring tears to my eyes.
Just look at that face. I'm me. I'm cat. I'm ruler of this house.
And he was. And I miss him to bits.
Our dovecote. It blew down a couple of years ago, and we had to rehouse the doves.
And here we are in the present again. No more doves. No more Tigger. No more rodents. But still old Gina and Viggo the Magnificent.