I’m down with Zig again, having spent much of the afternoon with Tim on the way. It was so good to see him again – not sure when I last called on him, though I remember the excellent leek flan he made for lunch. Two years ago at least, I think.
Ziggi had a hospital appointment this afternoon, which overran, so she wasn’t home until after 7. I fed the dogs and got dinner underway. We managed to not quite finish a bottle of wine, which I think is pretty good. I was greeted enthusiastically by cats and dogs and Indi climbed all over me and so did Eva, which made Indi a bit jealous. Poor Eva got trodden on heavily at one point. In the meantime, Bertie quietly cuddled up on the chair next to me and wasn’t even noticed. Eloise, the cat coming home with me, has grown hugely since I was last here in March, she has gone from a kitten to a big cat.
I’ve resisted, so far, giving the stray cat at home a name, though I do sort of have names for her, I just haven’t decided on one. To start with, she was Cat, which made me think of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, which made me think of Holly and Audrey, as well as Tiffany – she may never have a name, come to that. Rose is looking after the menagerie now, until I get home.