tufti

We have a squirrel, I've named him Tufti ( oh aye shows me age, shush) just had a row with my sister's cat Sabrina.
Sabrina, the ultimate killing machine. She's been hanging abut whilst Tufti was having breakfast, first time I let Hamish have a woof at her, this time I went out and had words, she's a defiant thing.
Looked at me in disgust, looked me straight in the eye and dared me to telling her off.
So I did, and off she stomped.
She's very like her owner, seriously her attitude is my sister's!
They don't do anything wrong despite the fact they can be caught red handed.
This is how it is just now for all the crap sister has landed us in recently.
Not her fault, not her greed. Doesn't get why I view it as I do.
Bit like Sabrina this morning, why she wasn't doing anything wrong, I mean stalking a squirrel who was eating his nuts ( peanuts minds out of gutter!)and apple. Why I would yell at her and tell her off!
Hopefully she has gone home and Tufti gets to something else to eat.

Oh yesterday's blog has gone has gone all weird! I tried to make the background purple, writing black to make it more Samhain feeling but it looks a mess, sorry.

F1 from India, bet those drivers have never seen the real India. You either love India or think its a grotty place, I fall into the first, despite the fact I was ill, but I'd like to go back one day ( maybe loose a few more pounds, lol )and see it all again.