Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

A Christmas tree.
Darn. I just mixed up the fourth and fifth days of Christmas.
If I forget to mention it tomorrow ask me about onion rings.
It’s not super entertaining but if I have nothing to say tomorrow then it’ll fill a little space.
I felt pretty down on Saturday but cheered up by Sunday. Still cheerful. Well. Normal at least. Not down. I still have 13 Christmas cards to make. Time is running out. Sometimes having pressure put on you for something actually yields results, even if they’re not the most amazing results.

So I didn’t go to bed until 10am again but it’s not my fault this time. Well it kind of is.
Just before I went up to bed I looked out of the window and saw a cat on the fence. Then I saw a little cat climbing up the neighbour’s trampoline.
A few months ago I saw 4-5 little kittens playing in that garden from my window so I think it’s one of them. The first thing I thought was AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW. And the second was is that the mother? She looks very young. They had a bigger black and white cat with them but it didn’t look fully grown. It looked about the size cats are when they still like strangers, so still young. It could just have been small, or not related to them at all. It spent most of it’s time running around the trampoline chasing leaves.
Anyway. I think the cat on the fence was the mother cat. This morning when I saw them I had a sudden thought. They’re young. Young cats are friendly. Maybe I can stroke them. They both had collars so it’s pretty safe to assume they aren’t stray.
I have to go walk the dog pretty much now so I’ll try to forgo my usual embellishments.
I put on my shoes. No socks. And went outside. Very muddy. Very little grass. Said hello to tree. He’s in a bucket now. Will elaborate another time. Garden is very very very overgrown and thorny.
I went out to say hello. Black and white cat saw me. Didn’t come straight over but seemed interested. It walked along the fence towards the mass of thorns. It climbed out onto the thicker branches of the thorns far too deep for me to say hello.
The kitten climbed off of the trampoline and followed. The other cat turned back but the kitten came further.
I worried it would try to eat my birds. The birds need feeding but I wasn’t going to do it with young cats waiting in the branches.
The kitten. White with black and tan patches by the way, young enough to have a stumpy tail that’s not fully grown but old enough to be very nimble. The kitten sat right in the middle and started chewing twigs. Like little scissors. Chew chew snip. Chew chew snip.
Tried to shoo it back to the fence but didn’t want to actually frighten it in case it slipped.
Worried mostly that it would scrape itself on a thorn, mainly it’s eyes or that it would catch my birds. If I’m there the birds should be more cautious. Damn thing wouldn’t go. Tried to coax kitten to me planning to grab it and take it over to the clearing where I can put it on the fence. Bonus of this is that I get to hold a kitten and probably stroke it.
Got a stick to play a little with kitten to entice towards me. After maybe half an hour ish kitten decides to turn round and go to the fence on it’s own.
Little beast.
So I didn’t get to stroke either cat and looked like a lunatic in my dressing gown talking to cats and birds and trees and waving a stick around. It was a very soft stick. We have things that grow in our garden that end up looking dead. They’re very light and sometimes hollow. Not sure what it is. Think it’s a weed. I used to play with my cat with them when I was little.
My feet were freezing at the end of it. But all’s well that ends well.