Totally smitten by this one. How beautiful she is.

It took her about ten minutes to settle. 😻

The purple ribbon lives on! 💜

Butter = A great way to make friends.

New house-sit already! Meet Florence. A cute bush baby lookalike who’s general expression is one of surprise. She’s a skilled hunter and has to wear a big bell round her neck so as not to make any wildlife look as surprised as she does.

Bye Buzz. This will probably be the last time I ever see you. I’ll always remember your incredible eyes and sweet, gentle nature. Except for when you’re hunting your brother of course. The winds of change are here and housesitting days are numbered. Exciting new adventures ahead.

Butter addict. This is him trying to get third helpings. 🙄

Oh my what a hard day you’ve had Leo. Chasing ribbons, stealing butter, swiping Buzz. So tiring for the wee little Prince.

Handsome Leo.

‘Way too much turkey’ face.

Seasons Greetings everyone!

Love from Holly and the bunnies X

You can sing along too:

The Holly and the Ivy
when they are both full-grown
of all the trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown

Chorus:
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The rounding of the shining moon
The weary worn hunter

The Holly bears a blossom
White as the lily flower
and Ivy bears the blackest buds
to pull him to her power

The Holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Ivy bears the greenest leaves
To wrap him in her hood

The Holly bears a prickle
as sharp as any thorn
and Ivy bears a clinging vine
to smother him right down

The Holly bears a bark
Bitter as any gall
and Ivy bears small nectar flowers
to sweeten all his fall

The Holly and the Ivy
when they are both full-grown
of all the trees that are in the wood
these two shall wreathe as one

Arranged by Tim Hawthorn

Wow and yum. Apple Tarte Fine.

Waiting.

Well that’s very clever. And high. Eeeeek.

Tonight my dance was deep and driving. I found a new and improved way of processing thoughts. I felt peaceful. Sometimes I feel a bit lost, like a little kid, overwhelmed with life and too many emotions but then I find myself again through music. Through my body. Through beats.

Buzz Love.

All aboard.

How wide spread is this phenomenon? In my housesitting experience I’ve seen all kinds of differing rules on the subject from no rules at all to definitely no cats on counters (sometimes cats aren’t even allowed on sofas!).

Leo just walked across the induction hob to proceed up to his hidey hole on top of the kitchen cupboard. Sometimes he turns the hob on. There are always paw prints and fur on the surfaces. Both cats feel totally entitled to walk across them whenever they please. I lift them down but when there’s butter around they’ll do everything in their power to get to the treasure, clambering over saucepans, tea mugs and coffee makers. I’m on high alert if I leave a hot tray out and put a tea towel on the top while it’s cooling. I’m convinced I’ll find one of them curled up in it one day.

This isn’t the only housesit where cats are welcomed onto counters. In another house the cooker safety lock has to be kept on as one catto likes to lie fully stretched out on top of her luxury hob.

Most other homes say no to cats on kitchen surfaces. And the cats seem to respect this. It’s the way forward. It makes for a happy working environment and definitely less fur and cat bum in my porridge.

Playtime.

Already had to resort to rationing the chocolate if we want to make it through the holiday period. We went hard on them today. Will definitely be bartering for flavours.

Hello Leo.

Snuggle puffin. Any position. He’s up for it.

Feels fab to have stayed cool, calm, and collected during this year’s Christmas food shopping expedition. Even cracked these babies open on the way home to celebrate. A tin of Quality Street. Oh how I love being an adult.

Well don’t you look like the cat who got the cream. Oh that’s right you did. Clotted! You lucky boy.