Cats!

Just as I was getting ready for bed last night I heard the most heart rending sound of a cat groaning and whimpering in pain.  I scrambled downstairs half dressed wondering which of the three girls had been injured.

As soon as I switched the outside light on Jojo gave me the freshly caught rodent (it wasn't a rat or a mouse, something in between, with a creamy white belly) and Phoebe jumped into my arms for an extra cuddle! They were clearly delighted that it had worked!

They are so bored when it is cold, they seem to think that I can do something about it and complain endlessly.

No wonder Coco goes away for days on end. She must be able to spy on the house because she always reappears just as I become anxious and tearful at the prospect of never seeing her again. When it snows heavily I can see her tracks as she sneaks back for food during the night.

They aren't really sisters,

Coco was my first French cat, a somewhat demented kitten who preferred to spend her days in a nearby barn hunting everything that moved.

Rumours went round the village that a wildcat was hunting in the orchards, but no............it was Coco!
She was so antisocial, so unlike a pet that we ended up adopting Jojo (de Job).

Jojo is a sweet cat but not very bright. Change makes her panic, her memory isn't great and life has been a bit of a struggle for her. But she has settled in Job very well, rarely leaving the garden now. She is a surprisingly good hunter. As a kitten she used to like dancing along the top of a high garden wall taunting the enraged doberman beneath. of course she fell off into the waiting teeth that punctured a lung.

She looked very odd while she was recovering.

Phoebe has already taken up too much blog space as you can see here  

She recovered well from her misadventure and has devoted her life to tormenting the other two.

I love them all to bits but I'm hoping that they don't deliver a repeat performance tonight!