Next door's Bengal cat, Chimimi, mother of their other three beautiful felines, is quite well camouflaged amongst the drooping leaves of our cherry tree. (Not one cherry this year. Mr G pruned them severely last autumn and this year they developed leaf curl and were colonised by loads of ladybirds.) Chimimi is a fiendishly bright little cat. She can get into anything. We came down one morning and found that she had opened the breadbin and was asleep on a loaf. I was stroking her this morning, stopped to sip my tea and she gently patted my hand. I stroked her again, and told Mr Grumpy, who didn't believe me, until I stopped stroking and he saw her pat my hand again. No doubt about what she wanted!
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My friend Deric Longden's Mum's cat used to like sleeping in the bread bin. If you saw 'Lost for Words' the TV adaptation of Deric's book, you may remember it.
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I never saw Lost for Words. Wish I has! I'll look at your link now. Thanks!
Pity it's a B&W photo, or the hair colour would give you away.
That comment was meant for the school pic not the cat. LOL
I'll give you a clue. I am wearing a grey jumper knitted by my mum, with white lambs on the front. (Cue for magnifying glass...)
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