AboutThe life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.
Most Comments Recently
- Out of the devastation . . . . - 9 comments
Tag Archives: Cat
I’ve written before about the traditions that surround Hogmanay. Of course it all depends on upbringing and what has been passed down through the ancestors. Mine were a funny lot, being a mixed bunch varying from Baptist tee-totallers to those … Continue reading
Sad to say, Fox the ginger cat has been unwell since before Christmas. He came to the end of the road a few days ago. His end was peaceful and quiet.These are a couple of photos from happier days. He … Continue reading
Dalamory has a problem. The cat has taken to begging for food and eating dog food. The dog is bemused and getting a little bit stroppy. So far it is 1 all.
Yes – Argyll is one of the few places where the temperature goes from 10.5 to 22.5 overnight. Never mind, the sunshine is supposed to last for a few days. Lots more barbecues I guess. The cat and dog like … Continue reading
Misty, the cairn terrier, went to the vet recently for her vaccinations and check up. Did I mention that the vet said she was “rather sturdy” – (For the sake of clarity it is Misty that is sturdy, not the … Continue reading
What a busy week it has been. What with visitors, being away, coming back, watching the financial crisis unfold and so forth, there seems to have been little time for sitting at the computer. Best of all though has been … Continue reading
When one sees the dreaded cat of Dalamory parading round the back of the house carrying a dead mouse, the quick thinker dashes to the cat flap (in the front door) and snibs it shut. Foiled again, Fox.
Yesterday was happy feet day – the regular visit of the chiropodist. But happier still were the feet that did not tread on the mouse of the night. Fox has obviously found a regular supply of rodents and wants to … Continue reading