It’s great having Davie home for a couple of days, and the cats are really excited too. While he was studying this morning, Floof entertained him by jumping up into the air and catching a butterfly which had foolishly fluttered into the back room when the doors were open. She then proceeded to play with it in front of Davie’s horrified eyes; unfortunately he couldn’t get there quickly enough to save it. When it wouldn’t play with her any more (because it was unconscious) she rolled onto her back and lay down beside it companionably. Later Davie and I noticed that it was actually still alive so I carefully carried it outside but it’s wings looked pretty chewed. I don’t hold out much hope for it. I put a wee drop of honey down beside it but I didn’t see it eating it. *
Then we spotted Tom having a face off with a grey cat at the top of the garden beside the shed. Davie sneaked up to film their showdown, and just as he arrived the grey cat felt outnumbered and started trotting off. Emboldened by David’s presence, Tom chased it and skelped its arse as it retreated - it whirled round so indignantly before scarpering through the hedge! It’s like the Serengeti at Casa Anderson!
* update re butterfly at 8.30 pm - before David and I went out in the afternoon we saw the butterfly sooking up some honey through a tube coming out of its head. And I just went out just now and the butterfly has gone. I’m very much hoping that, restored by the honey, it has fluttered away to enjoy a carefree life. I realise that there are other less happy possibilities but I’m going to hope for the best.
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