We came to the Charente in the hope of warmer weather. But the rain followed us from England. What to do?
Eat.
George and his James Bond villain stare. ‘Give me more biscuits or I kill you’.
Play.
Max lost out in the game of musical chairs and begged to play ball indoors instead.
Sleep.
Charley dispelled the myth that cats go out on the razzle at night. He lay in this position for twenty-three hours out of every twenty-four, moving only to mew for meat and pop outside for a nanosecond. At night he purred like a train, and head-butted my hand or head whenever he wanted a cuddle.
Bloody fab photos xxxx
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Even my secretary (Jim!) got a smile on his face when he saw the photos. ‘Ah, I miss Max’, he said. xxx
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Beautiful shots !
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Thank you! I stalk the animals until they pose for me!
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I need to learn this art of stalking animals. I tried to click my dog several times, but I couldn’t capture the mood which I was looking for. 🙂
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You need lots of patience! – and dog treats help!
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Wicked captions! And gorgeous shots of the whiskered ones. xx
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Thanks Dippy. They are so cute, aren’t they?!
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What a handsome cat! Mine sleeps nonstop too now that the weather is heating up here.
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What a life they have heh?!
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Great photos! The pets look so adorable!
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Thank you!
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