Poesje on patrol (2001-2018)

We called her Poes for short as she was named Poesje by a Dutch family in 2001who took her in from the hedgerow. When the family needed to move away we adopted her.
She was her own person, cat I mean. A no nonsense cat who did not belly flop for anybody. When addressed she will give a grunt 'Uh' and we took that acknowledgement with some gratitude hoping for more. Even more coolness to fellow cats though they shared the same bed. Poes is in the back with a closer relationship to Sylvester who died last year. Sparky, in the foreground, is a little

at a loss. However she, at 2 years, is very comfortable with human companionship. We may have intended it that way. Her litter is the worst I have ever come across.

Monday 2018

Hooray, I like it.
On New Year’s Eve we stepped out at 2pm intending to celebrate in broad daylight. It was very cold but bright and we can see people’s faces above the dark outerwear and below the dark headwear. Bright spots.
First a lunch and we went to Sakawa Coffee. I ordered the Japanese Breakfast which turned out to be like having a little art for lunch.The dark brown tray was backdrop and frame. A triangular  piece of grilled mackerel glistened in a shallow curve of white ceramic. Still in white ceramic was a daub of salad, green and red. A tea-stained soft boiled egg beside round slices of  salmon-coloured sweet potato sat on a flat square piece of quiet ceramic. Then there was the murky miso soup in an earthy red lacquered bowl. Lastly in the top corner was a mound of snowy rice. We have enough to cross the threshold into 2018.
Go forth win love.