It's dinner time!

It's dinner time...

But I am loathe to share!

And I have a question: 
"Just how long do they think my neck is?"

But I guess there is method in their madness...

 

...as there is more than enough to go round!

Frannie xx     

© 2014 Francesca Muir

Mottled moggies on marbled granite

Tortoiseshell on tortoiseshell

Mottled moggies on marbled granite

Silently squatting side by side in the Cretan sun

Statuesque.  Waiting with patience and perspicacity 

 …waiting for a morsel of something…

…something they know will come their way

...soon!

© 2013 Francesca Muir

Adrakos cats own Adrakos chairs!

Adrakos cats own Adrakos chairs.

You see it’s in their genes,
 To sit...

...to sleep

...and to watch and share

From the safety of their chairs!

© 2013 Francesca Muir

A green-eyed beauty

A green-eyed beauty sits and stares

Slightly soporific from the warming rays

She gazes into the light

A chameleon in the morning 

She is dreaming.

But of what…

She will never say.

My Cretan Cats

Σκουπίδια (Skoupidia meaning Rubbish in Greek)  
came to me in the night.

Walking home one evening I heard a kitten in the garbage bin.

The rest is history!

Bookmarks Ασπρούλη and Ασβεστη in the gardens of Villa Olga  
(Asprouli means Whitey and Asvesti means Lime, as in the lime used 
to whitewash Greek houses)

 

 Κόκκινο (Kokkino means red) was named after my 

absolute favourite Greek songs of all time... 

Κόκκινο Γαρύφαλλο   

Red Carnation 

sung by Yiannis Parios and Haris Alexiou

Ασπρούλη in her favourite place in the garden.

Δελφοί (Delphi) and one of her many siestas!

© 2013 Francesca Muir