BeAnne is different now. She is very down and has little or no enjoyment in life. Her spark has gone. Everyone in the family is noticing it. This is the first time in her life BeAnne has ever been on her own.
I am wondering whether she needs a friend and quickly before she gets used to feeling miserable. Cat or dog? My plan was to take her to Turriefield, where I pack veg, but she wouldn’t follow me so I put her on a lead and she grudgingly came too.
On our way to the car, we went past the horses.
Efstur’s new rug has arrived and, huzzah, it fits!
I had warned the Turriefield folk that I was bringing Her Maj. While we packed and distributed the veg, she quietly took herself away.
Anyway, at Turrifield there is a wonderful little cat, called Trotsky, who played with BeAnne last August when he was a kitten. Once we had finished with the veg, Trotsky was brought in.
Trotsky remembered BeAnne and she seemed genuinely pleased to see him.
(this little film was when Trotsky and BeAnne first met in August 2017)
Now six months on.
There was the statutory sniffing.
A nose booff from Trotsky for his canine friend.
And another. He really was pleased to see BeAnne and remembered her.
But then BeAnne took herself away again.
They didn’t stay together for very long as we had just about finished. There was almost a tiny bit of playing – but I am not sure.
So, now I don’t know. A little puppy? BeAnne has huge mothering instincts or a cat, as she does like cats, though her body language above is a bit worried. She did like Wu. He was a good friend.