Bluey

Bluey is a frequent visitor to the garden. He treats the place as a fast-food drive thru. Arriving at around 9.30 he makes his presence felt by curling himself around my legs while I am standing at the potting bench. After putting on a good performance as a starving waif, despite his sleek coat and bright eyes, I give him a snack. This immediately acts a signal for the resident cats to arrive to check out what is on offer. Sammy, the grey tabby is the boss so Bluey steps back and lets him have a few mouthfuls first. Boxing gloves come on and there is a brief exchange of heated words between the three before they settle down and take turns at sampling the feast. Showtime is over and its time to relax for the rest of the day.

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