Scottie is a Westie, he’s not a cat. He’s a rather rotund dog who takes his owner for a walk past Tom Cat Towers each day and diverts down the drive to see if there is anything of interest in the bowl left out by the gate. 

He is rather perplexed by cats. If they don’t move, then he’s not bothered. But when they do move, well, the chase is on. Scottie sees chasing cats as exercise. However, one cat got the better of him as he leapt over a fence panel, Scottie ended up tripping and breaking his leg. Poor chap was in plaster for weeks. 

Scottie limps down the drive to seduce Maid for cat kibbles. Which is just a cupboard loving sort of an excuse to root out any scraps left for Skitty Ginge by the gate. 

Scottie looks like a footstool!

 

 

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure