Humphrey’s update

What a beautiful morning.  Of course I haven’t ventured further than the back door yet but

still it’s so much better than dull and grey.  Naturally Humphrey has already been out- twice – and tested the water.  Except it’s all frozen.  Memo to self, go and break the ice in the bowls of water.

He had an early snack and went out to check the estate then came and had a second, very hearty breakfast  curled up in the doorway to the hall and went to sleep.

Now he’s out and about again.  I was so relieved that we got him in last night.  Even though I know there are places for him to go out of the weather I hate to think of him sitting in the cold.  I know, I know that he has his fur coat and he doesn’t feel the cold  like me, but even so I prefer him to be in.

We managed to coax him in after we’d finished watching a late film so then I could relax.

Soft I am.  Though not as soft as some of the dog owners I was reading about in the paper yesterday with their own lawyers in divorce cases.  Has to be America.

Would I give Humphrey up in a custody case?  Has to be said that it would depend on if I could look after him better than someone else.  If I was going to live in a house with no garden, then probably.  He’d loathe being an inside cat.  Loathe it so that would have to come first.

Cats aren’t possessions even when they attach themselves to us.  Witness the cat next door who went to live with someone else when she thought it was a better deal.  Now there’s a cat who didn’t need a lawyer.