This one was sitting on our next door neighbours’ [1] window sill and wanted scritches. Later, she sat on the window sill of the shop across the road and wanted more scritches.

[1] who are dog people, definitely not cat people.

(late October)

Across the road from where the other lot was, popping up almost a month later and in much greater number.

There were even some on the bike path.

… but how do I get in?

Here’s the cat that tried to sample our roast beef. We used to call him and his sister “the Cats of Little Brain” because last summer, whenever they saw us on the roof terrace, they looked up longingly, mewing, without seeing the obvious way up; but this one seems to have figured it out.

At last I’ve cleared my folder of cat pictures! I’ve given up trying to bake cupcakes for humans belonging to any cats appearing here.

The scruffy-looking stray kitten only didn’t run away as it saw me because it really wanted to lick the last drops of chocolate milk from the tin. The haughty one next to it is called Keesje and lives in the same house as the black tomcat one shouldn’t ring the bell for, who turns out to be called Beau. There’s also a Kareltje, but I haven’t seen him yet.

Only the pictures of the black kitten are really recent (one of his humans allowed me in on a Tuesday night after early music and let me pet him). The rest are from my serendipity generator: screensaver that shows all my pictures as a slideshow. The calico sleeping with the orange curtain as backdrop was the one that prompted the gratuitous-cat-pictures series, but I thought I’d overwritten it with another of the same filename.

If you recognise your cat, please claim your cupcakes by giving me your street address! Nobody ever has: all my readers live on the other side of the world and/or don’t have cats (well, except one, you know who you are, and I’ll catch your cats on camera yet and bake something savoury for you instead).

Not Frozen Bubble (or play it here; works with Firefox, doesn’t work with Konqueror, haven’t tried anything else. Update: it’s a frames site <grr>, you have to find it from the menu), but real frozen bubbles. Next time it’s so cold that spit goes “clink” I want to try this too.

My favourite tree shrouded by mist. Here’s a bigger version of it in case anyone wants to use it as a background picture (I will, when I’ve cropped it to widescreen proportions).

The street is still being worked on, hence the wooden skirt the tree is wearing. It makes it wonderfully quiet (only residents are allowed through) and easy to cross at the bridge where it’s usually scary because cars tend to turn left without notice.

This is what the mist and the frost together did to a bit of spider-web on the bridge railing.

This other picture of it would be much cooler (not only cooler than it is, but also cooler than the other one) if the camera had wanted to focus on the right thing, confound it. Well, there’s a price to pay for carrying around a convenient little Praktica instead of a huge beast of a camera that can do everything.