Patrolling

I was just wandering around the garden, looking at the visiting white butterflies and noting that there are a few developing tomatoes, when I heard an apple drop from the tree. I couldn’t quite see what was going on but I heard a rustling. The I saw a cat tongue curled and the baby apples were quite vulnerable.

It was Blue. I think he has a theory that the higher he climbs up the apple tree or sits on the wall, the better chance he will have with the birds. Or maybe he was just having fun.

He gave me a few guilty looks and then decided it was better to slink away with an elegant cat stretch.....