Humphrey update

We’re now back to normal – that is minus 5 year old and Humphrey has finally stopped peering round the door into the kitchen before he dares to enter.

He’s enjoying himself at the moment in the garden leaping and attacking piles of leaves that are piling up.  The merest breath of wind is enough to pretend that there’s a mouse or a bird hiding under them which he just has to attack.  His favourite trick is to leap on a carefully gathered pile and scatter it into as many other heaps as possible.

Even in the depths of winter and thank goodness we haven’t reached that yet, he likes to be out.  We have a rosemary bush on the edge of our raised herb bed near the kitchen door.  Sometimes it will be pouring down  and he’ll take up his position below the bush.  He looks miserable, he’s undoubtedly wet with the water running off the edge of the bush and yet he won’t come in.

No matter how many times we open the door and try to coax him inside he sits there.  Of course I feel guilty that he’s out in the wet but no matter.

Cats are independent.  And contrary.  And stubborn.

That’s why I love them.