Bomble on the prowl

I have been stuck at my computer or on the phone for most of the day, preparing for a big meeting tonight at the council office, but I managed to take a break at teatime and went outside, camera in hand. The light of the gradually setting sun was beautiful with a nearly cloudless sky and hardly any wind. The neighbour's cat Ilium had been sleeping on the cabin roof all afternoon and when I went outside he stretched and sat on the edge of the cabin roof, so I took some pictures of him.

But I had it in mind to take some close up shots of the last remaining Judas tree leaves, which are a vivid red colour as they hang precariously from its low slung branches. I did get some reasonable but not outstanding shots of the leaves, until a thick cloud suddenly covered the sun and the lovely light went out.

At that moment I noticed some birds chatting to each other in the big evergreen shrub on the far side of our garden fence. Bomble heard it too and he appeared from nowhere and climbed up some scaffolding boards that are leaning against the six foot high fence. He doesn't get this adventurous very often these days and I always love it when he starts to play and run around the garden like a young cat, as he used to do so often.

By the time he reached the top of the boards and had negotiated his way onto the fence the birds had long gone, so he sat and looked about him as if that is all that he'd intended in the first place. I know better.

But it did give me the chance to get some pictures of him again, and even to now blip him, which I haven't done for some time. He is always welcome in my journal and as we were away all last week and missed him, I've been enjoying his company more than usual. In fact he has just jumped down from my desk, where he has been sitting beside my laptop with my hand brushing his fur as I type, after he'd heard Helena downstairs having just come in the front door from work. He reckons she is more likely to feed him, which is true.