Krazy Kitten Kaptures

In an attempt to not upload yet another blog post about red wine, I seem to be obsessed lately; possibly because we don't go anywhere for me to have anything to write about, and we drink a lot of red wine, I had a quick look at my flickr account in the hopes of finding some inspiration.

Naptime after a busy day playing

Cats!
Or to be precise, kittens, I stopped my flickr search when I saw these photos of some of the gorgeous stray kittens we rescued when we lived in France.

Hide and seek

The French really seem to love cats, or that's what we observed during our life there.
It wasn't an unusual sight to see people walking their cats on leads, or taking them out with them in their cars, and also on holiday.
We once had to wait before we could check-in to our holiday accommodation because the people who were supposed to have already checked-out were still there searching for their cat.

Playing with Ketch, a wood critter we bought back from Swaziland

I know I'm biased because we raised them, but I am totally convinced that these kittens were the most intelligent little balls of fur that I've ever known. They were always completely interested in everything we were doing, and they learned so much so fast at a very early age.
I guess the fact that we spent all day every day with them may have had something to do with their brilliance. ;)

Kittens, kittens, kittens - and their mummy

Anyway, as a change from photos of red wine bottles, I hope you like these few photos, and video clips of the sweet sweet kittens.

All together now, ahhhhhh!
Are you a cat lover?

Lurcher Lollops, and Bull Terrier Thrills - Football on the Beach

Our dog, Barley the Lurcher, is built for speed. He thoroughly enjoys a running about like a dog possessed.
Mr.R likes walking, and so do I, it's enjoyable exercise and healthy.
So in order for us to get some fresh air, and to let Barley have a good long run, we recently took him to a local beach.
A friend joined us with two of his Bull Terrier dogs, Mandy and Gracie.

We took a football with us, and all three dogs had lots of fun chasing it across the sand.
Unfortunately the ball didn't last long, although it survived much longer than we expected, it suffered a fatal puncture wound, and sadly died.
Mr.R had won the football, so at least it didn't cost us any money. Haha!

Barley, Mandy, and Gracie never stopped, running, play-fighting, chasing the ball, and generally having a blast on the beach.
A good day was had by all of us.
I always feel good when I'm by the sea, it helps calm my mind, so being on the beach was bound to be a winner. And watching the dog have lots of fun was excellent.
What's your favourite way to clear your mind?