Waiting . . .

This beautiful cat is a Russian Blue, and I'm looking after her, in her own home, for a wee while.  She was a bit unsure of me at first but we are now good friends.  When I open the door she comes to greet me, meowing away, and although she doesn't like being picked up, she does like being stroked and fussed over.  

As well as going and feeding her, the owners have asked me to spend time with her as she's not used to being alone.  I do my best to entertain her, but she's not impressed with my juggling or my song and dance routines!  This afternoon I sit and read and she sits at my shoulder, on the windowsill, purring, and watching the rain.