Poor old evil cat. There are fireworks going off all over, and as we are at the bottom of a river (well, stream) valley, then we have a good wide stretch then an opposite hill to watch fireworks coming from. There are bangs, whistles, flashes and stars, and evil cat is sleeping through. She used to love watching the fireworks. Now the poor old girl can't be bothered and is sticking to the cushion in front of the fire.
When you have a cat that insists on jumping on to the windowsill just to see the pretty lights and bangs, you learn to go with the flow. Malevolent cat used to tolerate bonfire night, and psycho cat used to be a complete wreck, but evil cat loved it. She also enjoys thunderstorms and always rushes up to the top bedroom to watch the lightning - or she used to.
Darling father has bought fireworks for little bear again this year. I am not entirely happy about fireworks in the garden, although darling father is fine with fireworks, he was a regular in the Royal Engineers and did a lot of blowing things up. I feel a bit more comfortable with organised displays. In the past, apart from last year, evil cat watched eagerly from the study window. Last year she couldn't be bothered, and I suspect she will not be bothered again this year.
Mind you, I don't know how little bear will be. He had a martial arts grading today, and apparently he did really well. He is supposed to be going to a party tomorrow. However tonight he had very pink cheeks, very bright eyes and he went straight to sleep after story and songs without any reading at all. This is worrying! I am sure he will be green nosed by the end of the week. Until that happens, I shall just go with the flow.
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