The Cool Cat is Back!

I moved into this flat in late July last year. One of the first things I noticed about the surrounding landscape was a fat black-and-white cat who would sit for hours on end in the grass on the aforementioned hill outside my window, looking intently at the ground. My guess is that he was waiting for mice to forget about his presence and wander out into the sunshine so that he could attack them and eat them. Well, he's been away during the winter, and today is the first day since last year that I've seen him, so that must mean that winter is officially over. I mean, if the cat says so, right? Listen to the cat, is what I've always said. Ok, fine, I've never said that, but whatever. I declare that saying the new black.

Any old how, the award for best text message ever sent at 7:29 in the morning goes to my youngest and blondest friend who sent me this little gem of a reflection earlier today:

"Ok you have to admit that flames, camo and cowboyboots DONT MATCH! So why do young ignorant women keep wearing them?!"

My uninspired answer back, at 7.50 A.M was a short "Do we?". Only at 7.50 in the morning will I admit to being a young ignorant woman. Quite funny now when I think of it, really.