Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday afternoon update: we visit The Rev in his private room regularly. Dare I say he seems to like it? Scrubbling his neck results in mega-purrs (he even does head-butts!), which is a very good sign - then he puts his head down as if to say, "ok, I think I'll nap a bit more." :) But yesterday was quite a different story: we had tried letting him out of the spare room - he freaked out totally and started to climb the back door - Cat Wrangler was able to nab him again, and put him back into the room, where he was once very calm. Hmm....this could take a while....

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The weather is coolish, but from tomorrow onward it will begin to to rise a fair bit. A couple of weeks ago, we opened the solarium, it was warm enough to sow some seeds in pots out there, and the double windows were still in, providing extra warmth. While the place is nowhere near ready, or officially open, as you can see, Manitou found a comfy nest nevertheless. He was very content.




When I was young, a teenager - I recall a bright sunny Easter Sunday morning. Cat Stevens on the radio was singing "Morning Has Broken." It seemed like a perfect moment...and all was right with the world. I think Manitou was having just such a moment...