Cassie’s three kittens are growing. They already have distinct personalities and are much more trusting of me than their mum. Honestly, I didn’t think I had a favourite until I processed this picture. Adorable.

On Wednesday, we went to Bendigo, where I had an ultrasound on my left shoulder. The girl who did the scan showed me a bubble of fluid in the bursa. I damaged myself about six weeks or so ago when I shifted a small pile of bricks. I should have used the wheelbarrow but decided it’d be good exercise to carry one in each hand for the multiple trips back and forth.

I had my blood taken Thursday morning, covering all the usual health markers one gets checked at my age. I’ll get the results in a phone consult with my doc next week. My covid booster is booked for the first week of January. Mr. R. is getting his today.

We haven’t taken out the camper trailer since March 2019. Perhaps, once we’re both boostered up, we’ll venture out.

Can hardly believe the weekend is nearly here already!

Thanks for looking. Stay safe.


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How cute is this!


Looking out across the farm next door, this morning.

Couldn’t see any kangaroos, just sheep and cows. I miss seeing the hay rolls dotting the hill.

We’re expecting 28° C today. I love the smell of my pine chip paths on these warmer days.

I fished this pic out of my recycle bin to show you one such path. I usually check my garden before feeding the cats. I don’t suppose I can call them ‘strays’ really, as they were all born either here or next door. They often follow me. After they eat, I barely see them. By making them wait, I get to enjoy their presence.

This part of the back garden is very much a work-in-progress. I intended Old Tom having a scratch as the subject, but the lens picked up Timmy behind the big rock. Yes, that’s Cassie.

I expect to remove most of the edging rocks as they become overgrown with plants, their job done.

Lately, whenever I mention Cassie to Mr. R., I call her Sasha. Now I have that name stuck in my head. Sasha was a grey cat, adopted when my girlfriend had to have her cats rehomed, some thirty years ago! The brain is getting lazy, methinks.

Thanks for looking.



Post 20/365

Agricultural, Animals, cats, cows

Summer morn


Remember when I introduced Cassie last week?

I didn’t mention that she’d started (uncharacteristically) hissing at me. Now I know why.


You are getting my first look, too, for I had the camera with me.

I was sneaking into the backyard hoping to spot that blue-tongued lizard. I didn’t get that far for Cassie had brought these kittens out from under the bungalow.

Here they are again, after they’d been fed.

Their eyes are still blue and their gait unsteady. Later, when I fed them some minced chicken frames, I picked up the black-and-white one. It was okay with that, but I didn’t hold it too long. I then picked up the grey one and it screamed its head off! I had to unhook its little claws from my shirt before I could put it down. I’ve since read I should lay off the eye contact and just spend a little time talking softly to them.

Before Christmas, I’ll contact the vet to sort out the optimum time to bring them in next year. I mustn’t dally this time.

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Oh-oh, too late.