Now you see her...

...Molly, aka 'Shed Cat'. Technically she belongs next door, on the left hand side, but she is a citizen of our shed, in which we store junk, as opposed to the cabin, in which we store bird food, tools and space for hangin' out photographing birds, in Steve's case.

Molly is shy and long-haired but never groomed, so she looks like a bundle of rags, poor thing. She is not sociable by nature, and the boy-cats mostly ignore her. The only time I had a good relationship with her was in 2007 when the neighbours were 'decanted' from their house into another one, while the house was brought up to the decent homes standard. (This happened throughout the estate, with all the street's council tenants being decanted, one household after another, into temporary homes that were often infested with fleas. Sounds very 19th century....) Molly was left behindd, though the neighbours came back to feed her. I saw her eating bread that I'd left out for the wildlife, so I began to feed her, too. Then the neighbours told me she was having me on about being starved...

Last night was a late one, as I was up chasing a badger away from the bird feeder on the 'lawn' at 12.30. Not only do they pull the feeders apart, but often they make off with them as well! I was once robbed of a super-duper £40 feeder that was hanging from a tree! Must have been a crack squad of deer, badgers, foxes and squirrels demonstrating Teamwork in Action.

As I write, I can hear the police helicopter hovering overhead. Since it's 23 23 hrs, they must be using thermal imaging to look for cannabis 'farms'. Apparently they do find them from time to time.

It's been a lazy day. The highlight was making a healthy panna cotta out of coconut milk, raspberries, stevia, raspberries, and agar-agar ( veggie version of gelatine). They turned out of the moulds beautifully, but were almost inedible, resembling thick, tasteless rubber. We were watching Countryfile at the time, and they were talking about the Dambusters and the bouncing bombs. We decided that the panna cotta would also make a handy (vegan) bouncing bomb. (Apologies to any vegans out there who would doubtless point out to that they don't need any bombs, bouncing or otherwise).