Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Watching II

This is my cat Oscar, balanced on top of an old fence post and surveying the countryside of North Cornwall, where we used to live. What he was really looking for, of course, was signs of movement in the grass. Anything he spotted he would catch, if he could, and bring it home, dead or alive. Hence the phenomenon of bunny rabbits running round and round the sitting room hotly pursued by a cat.

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