it is sunday morning, early.... the boys, still asleep the nanna, still asleep just me.... and the recently fed, but hoping for more, blucat shadow, walk in the garden,
leaving imprints in the dew laden grass. i make my way, with murping shadow to the fish pond. we, sit upon the rocks and watch the koi, glide smoothly by...
i slowly introduce my hand, to the still night-cool water and wait.... for the fish kisses. the blucat is entranced, eyes intent on the slow moving tails, ears forward and twitching....
overcome by such blatant tempatation, he makes a swipe at the gold and black goodness..... and in a flash..... they are gone ....and he, is left sheepishly licking a wet veleveteen paw....
back to me.... not wanting to see me laughing .....at his foolishness.
he has never once caught at fish....but does not stop him trying....lol