The cats are happy

The cats are happy because the sun is out and when the sun is out I go out too and when I go out they come with me and that makes them happy!

Kato and Clouseau

Kato and Clouseau

I have been pottering in the garden with two of the boys for company. The third is on the bed cuddled up in the cushions in the sun. Barney is bonkers. He seems to have had a surge of hormones lately - a 14 year-old cat with a bit of a mission....but no anatomy with which to perform the deed. What's that all about?

Barney

Clouseau is a human in a cat's body, I'm convinced. His meows and purrs are so expressive and he is so chatty, I think his conversations are pretty grown up for a two year old. I have lovely long chats with him and he seems to agree with everything I say, just about.

Kato is the gentle one, silent and cuddly with soft and fluffy fur.  You would hardly know he was there.

All three boys!

I should really go back out to tidy up and take in the washing. The husband (MLC or mid life crisis) is off out on his motor bike.

I don't get motor bikes really....I think it is a man thing - although there are plenty biker chicks out there. I don't even think I would have been bothered 30 years ago. But I am happy that he has a hobby - expensive and life threatening though it is!

Next week will be pretty busy at work  - lots to do and less people to do it.  I'm just grateful that I do have a job right now.  Soon time for a holiday and a bit of r and r in Miami.

I've booked gig tickets for a couple of concerts coming up - British Pink Floyd tour in May and Greg Alman in July.  Made me think of gigs I have been to in my life. I don't think I could even remember them all.  One in particular that is annoying the hell out of me is a trip to Max's Kansas City in 'the village' in NYC in either 72 or 73 - more likely 73.  I remember being there, but can't for the life of me remember who I went to see. It might have been someone really famous - but nope, not a memory.

Ah well, that's the 70s for you.