Every evening, when it isn't
A couple of weeks ago as the 'ritual' was in full swing Len put his finger to his lips and crept across the garden. I sat gawping thinking he'd lost the plot/had too much grape juice as he then put his eye to a crack in the fence. Then when he came back rocking with laughter I was truly worried - until the truth was revealed. He'd seen a flash of white moving about through the fence panel and upon investigating had only seen an eye peering at him through the crack! Hey, ho - only Misty, the shyest but most curious from a distance, of our friends' cats - sitting on the top of their compost bin and keeping one beady eye on us through the only chink in the fence!!
We've seen her doing this several times since, and trust me, it's only ever in the evening when we're sitting chatting in the garden. I've also done the 'creep up to the the fence' routine (dontcha feel an idiot!)and it's most unnerving to see one beady, unblinking eye staring back at you! I nipped round the other evening to wish them a happy holiday and to check on the final cat sitting timetable - we were already ensconced in the garden 'avec le vin' when I remembered. And sure enough, there she was - perched on the compost bin peering through the fence! I have to say she did look a tad embarrassed :))
If she wasn't a female then we'd have our very own Peeping Tom!!!
Happy Monday everyone!