Tinkerbell enjoying the late summer sunshine.
Finally we get a cold, clear, sunny day after an interminable period of wind and rain. Tinkerbell loves to sit on top of one of the cars at our head height, and will always come over and investigate if you point a camera at her. The image has been manipulated out of the camera.
Okay, a cat cleaning herself back in the spring.
Time for a Saturday cat. When this gets posted I’ll be in Poland, and Tinkerbell will be in the tender care of our neighbours for a few days.
The effect was the in-camera high-saturation setting, which works well with the old carpet and chair covering. It gives herself a somewhat baleful stare.
Tinkerbell, of course, runs to her own timetable, but even she agrees that Sunday is a day for a lie-in on the bed. Normally one to raise her head at the smallest disturbance, she was oblivious to the house photographer standing over her and clicking away this morning.
It’s Friday, so it’s time for a Tinkerbell Toggie. She’s become a lover of finding obscure places to curl up and make nests, and here we’ve disturbed her reveries just as she was looking ever so cute.
Here’s Tinkerbell having a rare snuggle on the bed. Then she gets disturbed by The Finger.
A bonus bank holiday moggie toggie. This is Tinkerbell’s first time on top of the shed. She got down by the simple expedient of jumping the six feet to the ground, her tummy fluttering in the breeze.
Tinkerbell enjoying the brief spring sunshine at the weekend and resenting the attention of the resident paparazzo.