Staring match

There's a new cat in the neighbourhood. Last night there were yawls and brawls, but not from Whisky. Today, though, I stopped work to see what the source of the godawful noise and was greeted by the sight of Whisky and his new Nemesis, eyes locked within inches of each other, moving slowly and stealthily with spiky hair and huge tails. A smattering of fluff around the garden told of an earlier claw fight. The new cat managed to sneak behind Whisky and settle down into a comfy I'm-staying-right-here pose. Whisky settled down, too, but didn't look so easy. Fred decided to help out by shooing the Nemesis off the property. I hope the territorial dispute isn't a long-standing one.

I had a great swimming lesson this evening. My session at the swimming pool on Friday proved useful and my instructor told me that I'd cracked the breaststroke. I then confessed and told him that I wasn't breathing while swimming. He rolled his eyes. I'll work on that this Friday. This lesson I managed to swim underwater for the breadth of the pool, surprising both the instructor and myself. I also beat Basil (one of my fellow learners) at the number of breadths I could complete in a minute in front crawl. It's not about the winning, though (but it is, really)!