Tilly
Tilly is the only one out and about in the backyard this morning, she flits with great aplomb between the orange and lemon trees, a tactical avoidance behaviour from years of unintentional friendly fire by the feline population out there. She's chatty. She tells me that her great aunt is visiting from Lithgow (which is more than a stones throw as the crow flies from the 'sham). She says she needs the break, her ears are sore!), I laugh because I can relate. Every year for forever an old aunt of... Sign in to see full entry.