The cowcat

It's been quite warm for the last few days, and rather airless and stuffy at night (this may be partly to do with the blackout blind, but I'm not doing without the blackout blind in June) and I have been having weird dreams as a result. I rarely remember dreams for more than a minute or two after I wake up - you know that sand trickling out of an hourglass feeling, when you can feel a dream trickling away from your memory? 'There was a.. thing.. and then the.. hang on, was there also a... It's gone.'

The other night I dreamt that my cat was a calf. A calf given to sitting in the catmint peacefully, but still capable of bounding up the fence and perching on top looking uncertain. I woke up and laughed. And kept chuckling at the thought for the rest of the day. I'm still smiling.

As you can see my cat is black and white, not unlike a Holstein Friesian. He is also of a placid, almost bovine nature, except when he goes wide-eyed and has a mad half-hour, somewhat like Simon's Cat's Crazy Time.

As the weather has been warm he has been hiding in long grass and making nests for himself.

Seeing pictures of Tally the Somewhat Catlike Husky the other day probably influenced my subconscious.

The long grass is what we generously call our lawn. The cats are more inclined to stay in our garden if they have places to lurk so we're leaving bits of it long. I saw a beautiful frog in the long grass near the pond the other day so obviously they prefer a bit of cover too. The bees are loving the garden at the moment too, and I'm still planting flower seeds in rather a random fashion, so who knows what will pop up in the garden next? Well, that largely depends on whether the slugs and snails cease and desist their activities, so I'm just off out to collect as many as I can and relocate them to the playpark down the road.