That reminded me of my next door neighbour in 1970>080, gal. Jock Fitzpatrick. (Might have been Kirkpatrick?) I’m sure he used the same phrase or similar. That got me back to musing over happier days. He had a griddle and made potato-cakes for me, and next week I’d make cheesy baked potatoes. I think I loved that man. What a character. He said he was born in Orkneys. He was tail- gunner in bombers during the war. “Oche, nae, laddie” I always recall him using a lot to me. He was older than me.
The five Fishing Holiday Lads went just over the border, into Lockerbie got a Holiday once, we rented a cottage. The village had more Sassenachs than I expected. The killies loved talking with Jock. I remember driving the lads to Lochmayben loch for fishing, and had to go to find petrol, and by the time I’d found and got some then returned, it was time to og back to the cottage. Hehehe!
Sorry to waffle, your comment stirred my memory-box into action. Bless you.
Awa ye go ye Sassenach ye, yir no waffling. This is epic. Truly. Fitzpatrick is an Irish name I think, but Kirkpatrick is a mix, it will have been one of them. Well obvi it was. What memories and you know you’re right aboot the Sassenachs–lol. A lot of folks come up here tae bide, the property is often cheaper and the way oif life, especially in the wee places is slower. Having move on from our regular West Highland fav spot, cos of over tourism, we have found another spot and lovely hotel much furhter away run by an English family who like that came up for these very reasons. I mention no place names, largely cos the best bit is the villager have no lynched them –prob cos they let them drink there after hours, when all the tourists that they’d also like to lynch, have cleared off. (We are honorary people of this village so we get to drink with them.) And also re the petriol… well yeah… cos osome of the roads in these places are that bad!.
Thanks, lassie. You weighed everything up there so well!
The farmer who rented out the cottage, was from Derby!
They did well in avoiding the local lads and lassies wrath.
Bless you.
Noo, thank you laddie, thoin’s awfie kind. Derby aye? Whar the bonnie prince got tae. The local lads and lassies in our new visiting for a hill jaunt ‘haunt’, which I winnae name, they have got that scunnered wi tourists, they’ve blocked their high street. But this is from tourists in their camper vans, no ony English. and I dinnae blame cos they are right off any main road and when I say high st, it’s no really But yir right. Way back we went tae Iona and like that I thought I was in a foreign country.
Oh wow, every 2 weeks.
The pheromone diffuser has been a great help with Misha. Once she got used to her room (food station, litter, cave closet) I moved it to the hallway.
Now she goes in the hallway, and will dart into the rooms around it.
Little by little!
Off Center & Not Even 
Those eyes….. !!!!! 🥹
A sort of mix of ‘ Don’t mess with me’ and ‘Who are you again?’ looks for the kitties.
Hahaha!
As we say up here…’Wha daur meddle wi me?’ Or in Dundee particualrly, ‘ Wha daur meddle we’iz?’
That reminded me of my next door neighbour in 1970>080, gal. Jock Fitzpatrick. (Might have been Kirkpatrick?) I’m sure he used the same phrase or similar. That got me back to musing over happier days. He had a griddle and made potato-cakes for me, and next week I’d make cheesy baked potatoes. I think I loved that man. What a character. He said he was born in Orkneys. He was tail- gunner in bombers during the war. “Oche, nae, laddie” I always recall him using a lot to me. He was older than me.
The five Fishing Holiday Lads went just over the border, into Lockerbie got a Holiday once, we rented a cottage. The village had more Sassenachs than I expected. The killies loved talking with Jock. I remember driving the lads to Lochmayben loch for fishing, and had to go to find petrol, and by the time I’d found and got some then returned, it was time to og back to the cottage. Hehehe!
Sorry to waffle, your comment stirred my memory-box into action. Bless you.
Awa ye go ye Sassenach ye, yir no waffling. This is epic. Truly. Fitzpatrick is an Irish name I think, but Kirkpatrick is a mix, it will have been one of them. Well obvi it was. What memories and you know you’re right aboot the Sassenachs–lol. A lot of folks come up here tae bide, the property is often cheaper and the way oif life, especially in the wee places is slower. Having move on from our regular West Highland fav spot, cos of over tourism, we have found another spot and lovely hotel much furhter away run by an English family who like that came up for these very reasons. I mention no place names, largely cos the best bit is the villager have no lynched them –prob cos they let them drink there after hours, when all the tourists that they’d also like to lynch, have cleared off. (We are honorary people of this village so we get to drink with them.) And also re the petriol… well yeah… cos osome of the roads in these places are that bad!.
Thanks, lassie. You weighed everything up there so well!
The farmer who rented out the cottage, was from Derby!
They did well in avoiding the local lads and lassies wrath.
Bless you.
Noo, thank you laddie, thoin’s awfie kind. Derby aye? Whar the bonnie prince got tae. The local lads and lassies in our new visiting for a hill jaunt ‘haunt’, which I winnae name, they have got that scunnered wi tourists, they’ve blocked their high street. But this is from tourists in their camper vans, no ony English. and I dinnae blame cos they are right off any main road and when I say high st, it’s no really But yir right. Way back we went tae Iona and like that I thought I was in a foreign country.
Of main roads, that sounds appealing.
The reception we got in different villages varied a lot, gal.
Keep yeren safe. TTFN
Oh aye. I can beleive that re diff villages. It was dicey in that hotel in that one for a few mins.
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That pesky paparazzo. Thanks, Shey.
They are indeed.
Look at those eyes!
Thanks, Nancy.
Hmm, I wonder what those kitties were thinking.
Hard to say. Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Tim.
I agree with you Silver, fabulous dawn! Right, Spunk?
Eye, eye! Thanks, Marina.
Love the surprised cats
Thanks, Robbie.
Always wonderful shots of nature and the kitties. Love this.
Thanks, Holly.
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Will we ever know what the kitties are thinking?
Beautiful dawn photos – and beautiful shots of your cats’ many faces!!
Thanks, Samantha.
Hahaha, Silver is making some funny faces.
Spunkie-Poo 💋 is kind of hiding from paparazzo. Unusual. Is he wearing a fresh collar?
Oh, the flower in the first post is exquisite!
The collar is a week old, He gets a new collar on Caturday. Thanks, Resa.
Oh wow, every 2 weeks.
The pheromone diffuser has been a great help with Misha. Once she got used to her room (food station, litter, cave closet) I moved it to the hallway.
Now she goes in the hallway, and will dart into the rooms around it.
Little by little!
Spunk takes double the pheromones than the average kitty to calm him down.
With your loving patience, Misha is making progress.
Yes, she is. Little by little. Last night was the first time we ever herd her playing. I guess she was chasing imaginary mice!
That’s wonderful news, Resa! Cat-tastic progress.
YES! Hugs!
With all the snow, it might have been a real mouse.
Yes… she was sniffing around the baseboards in the kitchen, where Jeep would keep mouse guard. I think you are right!
The personalities of the kitties come through in those photos, Tim.
I love the black lace trees at dawn.
Thanks, Lavinia. Our silly kitties.
Almost an oxymoron isn’t it: cats and dawn?
Thanks, Brad.
Velma and Daphne have chase and wrestling at dawn. Best alarm clock ever, LOL. Love these kitty pics. Silver cracks me up. Hugs.
The kitty alarm clocks are reliable too. Thanks, Teagan.
Whoa, those are some crazy eyes – I hope it didn’t catch a case of TDS, been going around a lot as of late hehehehe.
Luckly not, but there is so much TDS going round. It’s hilarious. Thanks, Brian.
Divine!
Thanks, Julie.