Bank holiday blues...

Just as I was anticipating a day of no note.

Eve, the elder matriarch of the cats here.

Has suddenly died.

Very puzzling really, she had not been ill and even in death her coat was it's usual clean fine white with the black patch over one eye that almost gave her the appearance of a pirate.

A cat of great cunning who would often let herself into the house by launching herself upwards and grabbing the door handle. Who could get past a tackle better than Shane Williams if there was a warm house with tasty scraps on the other side. Who could be relied to be first in the cue for food.

Nothing to hint how or why today.

Kids quite upset, eldest daughter officiated with a wooden wine box making a coffin.

Tallie and her dug a hole.

Poor old Eve and only about 7 too, not that old for a cat.

I had just lit the fire too, she would have liked that.

I would have had greater confidence in her ability to get to it than in mine to stop her.

R