Dear Readers, my back is playing up a bit at the moment (nothing serious, just too much sitting around and not enough moving around) but it does mean that I get to gaze out of the window and wonder what on earth is going on. Take this magpie, for example. I’m sure it’s just innocently checking out gutters for tasty titbits, but there is something so considered about this one as it goes about its business.

Also, the iridescence on the feathers is really quite something – these are very handsome birds, for all that they don’t endear themselves to everyone. In cities they often seem part of the clean up squad. Our local magpies have also had a huge falling out with the crows who nest in a big tree on the other side of the road, so this one was quiet, and relatively mannerly.

I’m loving the leaf colour on the Juneberry/Shadbush/Amelanchior opposite too, although it wasn’t a source of much curiosity for the magpie, who much preferred the opportunities that human habitation provided.

And then it was up and away, probably to find a high vantage point to investigate further culinary opportunities.

And then off. As for me, I’m still trying to decide whether I need a cold compress or a hot water bottle. I shall probably be fine tomorrow. And in the meantime, I’m going to take myself downstairs to give the foster cats a cuddle. They’ve calmed down a fair bit since their arrival, and are now just about the friendliest cats you can imagine. And they’re available to rehome via the RSPCA here…

https://www.rspca.org.uk/local/friern-barnet-adoption-centre/findapet/details/GOBLIN_WHITE_TIP/273751/rehome

Ink Cap (Mycena sp)

Dear Readers, it’s autumn so it must be time to skip around Coldfall Wood and look for fungi. Alas, it’s been extremely dry, so there hasn’t been quite the bumper crop that we’ve seen in previous years, but there was still enough to keep us all interested, including one Red List fungus, a great find!

First up Ink Cap – interestingly, this is considered edible when young, but it becomes poisonous if consumed within a couple of hours of alcohol. In fact, the reaction (sweating, nausea, vertigo) is the basis of some drugs that are given to alcoholics to help them ‘kick the habit’.

Stump Puffball (Lycoperdon piriforme)

These little puffballs weren’t ‘ripe’ yet – when fully developed, they will emit a ‘puff’ of spores when rain falls on them. ‘Lycoperdon‘ means ‘wolf’s fart’. Whoever said that mycologists have no sense of humour?

Honey Fungus (Armillaria sp.)

We found a dead oak with a fine  collection of honey fungus on the stump – many fungi need their hosts to continue to live and thrive, but honey fungus lives on dead plant matter, so it doesn’t need the tree to stay alive.

Spindleshank (Gymnopus fusipes)

Spindleshank is another common parasite of stressed and ageing oak trees.

Trooping Funnel (Infundibulicybe geotropa)

Trooping Funnel is a most attractive, porcelain-white fungus which often grows in rows or as fairy rings. It’s also known as Monk’s Head, probably because of the resemblance to a monk’s tonsure.

Reishi or Lacquered Conk (Ganoderma lucidum)

And look at this shiny fungus – it looks almost as if it’s had a coat of varnish! It’s said to have healing properties in Chinese medicine, and is highly valued as a medicine.But this was probably our most exciting find: this is the Zoned Rosette (Podoscypha multizonata). Over 80% of all Zoned Rosettes are found in Southern England, and London is real hotspot for the fungus, which is Red Listed, and has its own Biodiversity Action Plan. It’s easy to miss if you don’t know what you’re looking for, as you can see from the photo below. The fungus grows on  the roots of oak trees but doesn’t appear to cause any particular damage (and may, indeed, have a mutualistic relationship with the tree).

Zoned Rosette – Photo by By Lukas from London, England – Podoscypha multizonata, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=93617761

If you are close to any woodland,  it’s a great time to get out for a walk, guided or otherwise – the leaf colour seems to pop so beautifully against the grey skies.  And the nights are drawing in, so let’s make the most of these autumn days.

Coldfall Wood

Dear Readers, when I was a child my Dad used to swear by something called Pepper Dust to keep the cats away from whatever it was that he’d just planted. You can still buy it, but what on earth is in it isn’t quite clear – I suspect cayenne pepper or something equally pungent. But does it work? Clearly, all those people investing in ultrasonic cat scarers and other devices think not.

I always love James Wong’s columns in New Scientist, for their good sense and scientific accuracy. First, he asks, why did capsaicin (the ‘hot’ part of chilli peppers) evolve in the first place? After all, chillies in their natural state are bright red and very attractive looking, so why would they want to deter the things that come to eat them? Well, chillies don’t ‘want’ just anything to eat them. Birds don’t have receptors for capsaicin, so they don’t get ‘burnt’, and when they eat the chilli peppers, the seeds pass through their bodies unharmed, and get transported elsewhere to germinate and create new chilli plants. Mammals, however, do have capsaicin receptors, and so dogs, cats, mice and deer learn to avoid the plants – the seeds are destroyed in the stomachs of these animals, so it’s of no benefit to the plant for them to be eaten.

Sayaca Tanager eating chillis (Photo By Alex Popovkin, Bahia, Brazil – Flickr: Sayaca Tanager feeding on malagueta peppers, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17854806)

Should we be showering the garden with chilli, then? Wong points out that capsaicin is such a good deterrent for mice and rats that it’s often used in bird feed, poultry feed, and to protect the nests of rare ground-nesting birds. However, with larger mammals, the jury is out: badgers prefer food without chilli, but will eat it if there’s nothing else. Tough animals, badgers – they’ll dig up a bumblebee or wasp nest to get at the honey, so if they can tolerate being stung a bit of chilli-burn must be a walk in the park.

Wong points out, however, that chilli powder biodegrades, losing its ‘heat’ quickly. Also, just like humans, other animals can increase their tolerance for ‘the burn’. Wong recommends using the hottest chilli powder you can find, rotating it around the garden, replenishing it often, and keeping an eye on whether or not it’s effective.

You can read the whole article here. And in the meantime, Readers, do you use any kind of cat/fox/deer deterrent, and if so, what works for you?

Dear Readers, the squirrels in our garden are definitely living their best lives: last week they got the last of the squishy raspberries and strawberries, and today they got the last few grapes that were a bit on the mushy side. And what a splendid example of the species this one is! Look at that magnificent tail, not to mention the rusty patches of fur.

Not everyone is delighted to see grey squirrels, however, so it was good to see that an important step has been reached in the creation of a squirrel contraceptive – apparently an oral contraceptive has been developed which can render both male and female rats infertile, and it’s hoped that this could be delivered via a specially-weighted feeding station in areas where grey squirrels are causing problems for woodlands, or for red squirrels. I do wonder if the removal of grey squirrels won’t cause a change in other aspects of the woodland ecology, but it’s preferable to shooting and trapping them, surely.

In the meantime, here’s a grey squirrel chomping some grapes. Make the most of it :-).

Tawny Frogmouth (Podargus strigoides) Photo By Cabrils – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=106346441

Dear Readers, I do love a good competition – we’ve had Tree of the Year and Fat Bear of the Year and even Insect of the Year. However, the winner of this year’s Australian Bird of the Year has been described as the most Instagrammable bird on the planet, and looking at the face above, you can see why. I once saw three of them at London Zoo, and couldn’t believe that they were actually alive – they look like demonic glove puppets. Bless them. However, they are remarkable birds – their closest relatives include nightjars and potoos, but they are evolutionarily very distinct. They only occur in Australia, and their camouflage makes them very hard to find, even more so when they imitate a dry branch when alarmed. 

Family of four Tawny Frogmouths pretending to be sticks (Photo By Garrytre – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=115428337)

Until this year, the Tawny Frogmouth had been runner up three times (in 2019, 2021 and 2023), but in 2025 it trounced the opposition, beating the Baudin’s Black Cockatoo into second place….

Baudin’s Black Cockatoo (Photo by By Photo by: Ganatron – paulweberphoto.com – Own work, CC BY 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=164597203)

and the Gang-gang Cockatoo into third place.

Two young Gang-gang Cockatoos (male on the left, female on the right) Photo by By David Cook Wildlife Photography – originally posted to Flickr as Gang-gang Cockatoos (Callocephalon fimbriatum), CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6025730

The Gang-gang Cockatoo is said to have a call that sounds like a rusty gate hinge….see what you think. It certainly woke up my foster cats!

Anyhoo, what’s lovely about this Australian competition is that, this year, over 300,000 people voted – it means that, for a brief period at least, 300,000 Australians thought about birds long enough to decide which one to vote for. Furthermore, all the birds in the top three are endangered or critically endangered, so it gives all of them a bit of much-needed publicity. So what’s not to like? Maybe we should try something similar here.

And have a look at this cartoon on the subject of Bird of the Year  – if you haven’t come across it before, ‘First Dog on the Moon’ is a most excellent cartoon strip.In fact, there’s another Bird of the Year cartoon here too. And as someone with a great love of trees, I also appreciated this one. See what you think!

Photo by Mario Maculan

Well, Readers, we have our Coldfall Wood fungi walk on Sunday, so here are my two favourite fungi-related poems. The first, by Sylvia Plath, seems to me to sum up the slow nature of the mushroom, as it grows beneath the earth before popping up its little head and also the slow growth of all kinds of movements, good and bad.  The second, by Derek Mahon, is about so many things….image after image pours out of the man. See what you think.

Mushrooms (1959) by Sylvia Plath

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.

A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford

By Derek Mahon
Let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels.
—Seferis, Mythistorema

(for J. G. Farrell)

Even now there are places where a thought might grow —
Peruvian mines, worked out and abandoned
To a slow clock of condensation,
An echo trapped for ever, and a flutter
Of wildflowers in the lift-shaft,
Indian compounds where the wind dances
And a door bangs with diminished confidence,
Lime crevices behind rippling rain barrels,
Dog corners for bone burials;
And in a disused shed in Co. Wexford,

Deep in the grounds of a burnt-out hotel,
Among the bathtubs and the washbasins
A thousand mushrooms crowd to a keyhole.
This is the one star in their firmament
Or frames a star within a star.
What should they do there but desire?
So many days beyond the rhododendrons
With the world waltzing in its bowl of cloud,
They have learnt patience and silence
Listening to the rooks querulous in the high wood.

They have been waiting for us in a foetor
Of vegetable sweat since civil war days,
Since the gravel-crunching, interminable departure
Of the expropriated mycologist.
He never came back, and light since then
Is a keyhole rusting gently after rain.
Spiders have spun, flies dusted to mildew
And once a day, perhaps, they have heard something —
A trickle of masonry, a shout from the blue
Or a lorry changing gear at the end of the lane.

There have been deaths, the pale flesh flaking
Into the earth that nourished it;
And nightmares, born of these and the grim
Dominion of stale air and rank moisture.
Those nearest the door grow strong —
‘Elbow room! Elbow room!’
The rest, dim in a twilight of crumbling
Utensils and broken pitchers, groaning
For their deliverance, have been so long
Expectant that there is left only the posture.

A half century, without visitors, in the dark —
Poor preparation for the cracking lock
And creak of hinges; magi, moonmen,
Powdery prisoners of the old regime,
Web-throated, stalked like triffids, racked by drought
And insomnia, only the ghost of a scream
At the flash-bulb firing-squad we wake them with
Shows there is life yet in their feverish forms.
Grown beyond nature now, soft food for worms,
They lift frail heads in gravity and good faith.

They are begging us, you see, in their wordless way,
To do something, to speak on their behalf
Or at least not to close the door again.
Lost people of Treblinka and Pompeii!
‘Save us, save us,’ they seem to say,
‘Let the god not abandon us
Who have come so far in darkness and in pain.
We too had our lives to live.
You with your light meter and relaxed itinerary,
Let not our naive labours have been in vain!’

Dear Readers, as we shuffle ever closer to Halloween it seemed like a good moment to resurrect (yet again) one of my favourite posts, wherein I try to love the turnip, and fail. Also, I am rushing to get my first Open University Assignment done, and it will have to be done early as I am soon off on a mysterious adventure (more soon). In the meantime, here we go…first up are a few words from 2023, and then we zip back in time to 2020. 

Dear Readers, as those of you in the UK will have noticed we are having a bit of a problem getting our usual fruit and veg, and our illustrious Secretary of State for Enviroment, Food and Rural Affairs has suggested that as we can’t lay our hands on tomatoes and cucumber we might like to turn to the humble turnip instead. So, this seems like a good moment to resurrect this piece which I did a few years ago. I still don’t like these knobbly little chunks of nastiness, but maybe you have a turnip recipe to convince me that they have some redeeming features. We might all need to get onboard the root vegetable train very soon. 

So now, let’s shuttle back to 2020…

Dear Readers, when I got these turnips in my vegetable box last week, I admit to being stumped, because of all the roots in the world, this is the one I like least. In Scotland, a ‘neep’ is a completely different animal – in England we’d call it a swede, in the US it’s a rutabaga, and whatever it’s called I’m  rather fond it, especially when mashed and served with ‘stovies’, a delicious mix of leftover meat, potatoes, onions and gravy. In fact, swedes probably merit a blogpost all to themselves, so I shall move on (with regret) for now.

A swede or a neep, depending on where you live (or indeed a rutabaga) (Photo One)

I have a long and unhappy history with turnips, however. Back when I was a young thing and was working in Dundee, I had a blond Adonis of a boyfriend who was very into self-sufficiency. One of the things he grew was turnips, and when they were in season that is basically what we ate. There were turnips and broccoli for lunch (with additional earwigs which we where meant to pick out and put to one side). There was turnip and blackberry jam, following a war-time recipe. There was turnip and blackberry pie with custard made with wholemeal bread flour (don’t ask). There was turnip curry (which at least disguised the taste). Suffice it to say that turnips became my nemesis and I have never willingly or knowingly eaten one since. But here they are, and I am not going to waste the poor darlings.

Anyhow, what is a turnip anyway? Its Latin name is Brassica rapa subspecies rapa, and the wild plant is another of those mustardy cabbage plants with yellow flowers that are so confusing to the amateur botanist.

Wild turnip (Brassica rapa) (Photo Two)

The name ‘turnip’ rather charmingly comes from the word ‘turn’ (as in ‘turn on a lathe/make round) and ‘neep’ from napus, the Latin word for vegetable – so, ’round vegetable’. The poet Sappho apparently called one of her lovers Gongýla, which means ‘turnip’, and I have to admit that when I was arranging the vegetables for the photo they reminded me so much of a pair of breasts that I had to turn one of them at an angle to avoid offending anyone’s modesty. Clearly, this lockdown is affecting my brain.

Turnips actually have a double whammy when it comes to food – the green tops can be eaten as a substitute for spinach or chard, although they have a punchier, more mustardy flavour. In fact, some varieties of turnip are grown solely for their greens, and I’m sure that they’re all the better for it – broccoli rabe, bok choy and Chinese cabbage are all actually turnips. The root is apparently milder when cooked (but still, I would argue, not mild enough), but turnips are also often used as animal feed.  In 1700 Viscount Townsend, a Whig statesman, retired to his country house and became involved in agriculture, no doubt to the delight of the local yeomanry. He did, however,  invent a four-year crop rotation system featuring turnips, barley, wheat and clover, and became an enthusiastic proponent of using turnips as a year-round animal feed. Such was his association with the vegetable that he became know as Charles ‘Turnip’ Townsend.

Charles ‘Turnip’ Townsend (18 April 1674 – 21 June 1738), probably not wearing his gardening clothes (Photo Three)

While turnip greens are high in Vitamins K, A and C. the root is hardly a nutritional powerhouse, containing 14% of an adult’s daily requirement of Vitamin C and rather a lot of water and carbohydrate. Nonetheless, some people have leapt into the fray and tried to make something of it. Its radish-y qualities mean that it is sometimes grated and used in salads. I note that the Good Food recipe site has turnips in marmalade, turnips with duck, crispy salmon with turnip, mandarin and noodle salad and turnip tartiflette . I am going to put my turnips into a red lentil and turnip chilli from one of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s books, but as my husband’s stomach can’t tolerate chilli I shall be splashing on the pepper sauce after cooking. If you have any failsafe turnip recipes that don’t taste too much of turnip, do let me know.

Marmalade glazed turnips (Photo Four)

There seems to be something essentially comedic about the poor old turnip. For example, in an attempt to puncture what’s perceived as the po-faced nature of the Turner Prize ( the UK’s chief prize for ‘modern’ art of all kinds), some wag dreamed up the Turnip Prize. The prize is given to exhibits that display a lack of effort, and which are rubbish, though I also detect a very British love of puns. Some of its winners have included a builder’s hard hat with elf’s pointy ears attached (‘Elfin Safety’), a lump of dough with toy children embedded in it (‘Children in Knead’) and a pole painted black (‘Pole Dark’). The prize is, of course, a lump of wood with a turnip nailed to it.

Nonetheless, the turnip has also played a more serious role in history. During the winter of 1916-17, the German populace were close to starvation. The harvest of the potato, a staple food in the country, failed and this, combined with the Allied blockade, the seizure of farm horses for the army, the diversion of nitrogen fertilizers to make explosives and the lack of agricultural manpower as people were drafted into the army made for a perfect storm. The government attempted to substitute turnips, normally used for animal feed, for the lost potatoes, but turnips have a much lower nutritional value, and mortality, particularly among women, increased by 30% in 1917. Furthermore, it’s believed that the malnutrition also had a lasting effect on the immune systems of those who survived, making them more vulnerable to the so-called Spanish flu pandemic which ravaged the world right after the war. The Germans call this period ‘The Turnip Winter’, and a loathing of turnips lingers to this day amongst the older population.

Strangely enough though, just across the border in Austria, the municipality of Keutsch am Zee features a very splendid turnip on its coat of arms, probably a nod to the agriculture which was the chief source of income for the area until tourism came along.

The Coat of Arms of Keutsch am Zee (Photo Five)

And finally, did you ever wonder what people made Halloween lanterns out of before pumpkins arrived from the New World? Well, again it’s our old friend the humble turnip, though I suspect the larger swede is more often involved. Apparently these lanterns are still made out of turnips on the Isle of Man, and in Ireland and Scotland (so do let me know if the pumpkin has made inroads into lantern-making in your neck of the woods – I do suspect that pumpkins are much easier to carve).

A traditional Cornish Jack-O-Lantern carved, as I suspected, from a swede (Photo Six)

And so, a poem. How delighted I was to find that Seamus Heaney had written a poem about a turnip snedder, a machine used to slice up the turnips to make feed for the animals. Here is one from Sentry Hill in County Antrim, from an excellent blog by Anne Hailes – well worth a look.

Wesley Bonar, Museums and Heritage Officer at Sentry Hill with a turnip-snedder (Photo Seven)

Dear Readers, I almost can’t believe it, but here I am in the final year of my Open University science course. This year it’s Environmental Science again (after the heavy lifting of biology last year), and a lot of the work will be centred around a project.

We can choose whether to look at food/crop diversity or the ecosystem services provided by trees, so it was pretty much clear which one I’d be looking at – as you might remember, I’m involved with our local Ancient Woodland, and there have been several instances where the economic value of trees has come up against their more intrinsic values. In fact, my personal jury is out on the whole idea of putting a monetary value to something like an oak tree – the calculation usually involves all the things that a tree does for us (sequestering carbon, reducing temperature, absorbing pollution, stabilising soil etc etc) without taking into account things like the trees value to other organisms, or its cultural/aesthetic/social value. Hah! You could argue that we know the price of everything and the value of nothing. However, for some people the only thing they understand is money, so maybe this was inevitable.

To do the calculations, I’ll be using something called Treezilla – from the species of the tree and the circumference of the trunk, it can calculate the rough ecosystem services it provides. This includes Runoff prevented, C02 absorbed, air quality improved and water intercepted. I tried it out with the three trees in my garden, and the largest, a Whitebeam, apparently saves the planet about £43 per year (this would be the cost of humans providing the same services). Well, if some chappie with a chain saw wanted to cut it down, I suspect that £43 wouldn’t be much of a hindrance (though me being chained to the trunk might give him a brief pause for thought).

For my actual project, I’m intending to work out the ecosystem services value of the big trees on the High Road (London plane and lime, largely) and compare them to the range of small trees on my actual road (crab apples, cherries, crape myrtle, hibiscus, rowan and hawthorn). Without wanting to pre-empt the question, I suspect that the ecosystem value of the trees on the High Road will be much higher, even though the biodiversity value of London plane is pretty low compared to a crab apple. The project proposes that we lose all of the trees on either the High Road or the residential street (this is all hypothetical, obviously – in real life you would probably lose some trees from each location, or indeed none at all). In this scenario, although I won’t be sure until I do the calculations, I’m pretty sure that it’s the High Road trees that would stay.

And so, this looks to be an exciting and stimulating year, with lots to think about. Let me know if you have any thoughts so far! I’ll keep you posted on progress.

High Road London Plane

Autumn Colour on Huntingdon Road

View along Hertford Road

Dear Readers, we’ve been promised a bumper year for autumn  colour this year and, on this Sunday afternoon walk along the County Roads here in East Finchley, I wasn’t disappointed. Although we don’t have the sugar maples and red oaks that are often seen in North America, we do have a wide collection of other trees, many of which I expect to come into full colour over the next few weeks.

Amelanchior canadensis (otherwise known as Serviceberry) on Huntingdon Road

There are several Serviceberries around, and what a great street tree they are – white blossom in the spring and chocolate-coloured leaves which gradually turn to rust and scarlet as the nights draw in. I will be eternally sad that the one practically outside our house fell over a few years ago in high winds, and they do seem to have a tendency to lean. Fingers crossed that this one hangs on.

Chinese Privet (Ligustrum lucidum)

This is a rather interesting street tree – at this time of year it’s covered in a haze of black berries. I suspect that it’s one of the ornamental privets, probably Chinese Privet. As it matures, it will be covered in creamy-white flowers in August and September, which attract clouds of bees.

Honeysuckle

And speaking of scent, this mass of honeysuckle flowers smells divine. I think that the wild type plant has a much richer perfume than the more decorative kinds, but let me know if your honeysuckle is both ornamental and fragrant.

You may remember that the bollards on the County Roads have had a rather up and down existence. Well, they’re doing well at the moment, and are relentlessly vertical. Let’s see how long that lasts.

And here is a photo of Michaelmas Daisies, for a dear friend of mine who maintains that she doesn’t like them because they are floppy. Well, floppy they may be, madam, but I am convinced that they have a certain charm nonetheless. And these had three different types of bee on them, so there.

Amelanchior x lamarkii (Shadbush/Serviceberry)

And here’s another Amelanchior/Serviceberry – a slightly different cultivar, but splendid nonetheless. Both the photos above are of the same tree – although it looks very red from a distance, close up you can see that it’s a mosaic of red,gold and even a touch of green.

Flowering Cherry (Prunus serrata)

The cherry trees are another fine street tree, with at least three seasons of interest. The leaves are just turning to lime and honey now.

Hawthorn (poss Crataegus persimilis)

And it’s always nice to see a hawthorn, especially a rather dapper one like this  one. It will be interesting to see how long the haws stay put once the birds notice them.

And finally, here’s a cooler customer – these are the leaves of the Lime tree, Tilia x europaea. This is not a citrus tree (climate change hasn’t made that possible just yet) but it is one of my favourite large trees, mainly because of its unruly nature, and the scent of its flowers. I  love the greens and yellows here, which will only get more pronounced as the autumn wears on. And what a joy it is to take a little walk and to really notice the change of the seasons!

Well, Readers, it’s been five days now since White Tip and Goblin, the Shark Kittens moved in, and they’ve certainly made themselves at home. White Tip is the black one, and he is extremely friendly, with a few entertaining quirks, such as grooming you whether you want to be groomed or not. I think he sometimes sees his own reflection in your glasses, and is most intrigued.

It’s fair to say that they aren’t the most relaxing of cats…

…and if there’s a dangling cord or necklace or house plant that has the audacity to dangle, they are prone to find it. But then they doze off, and it’s as if the proverbial butter wouldn’t melt! Sound up for maximum purring action.

They’re still not on the RSPCA website – my local branch has been absolutely inundated. But I will post the link as soon as they’re on. In the meantime, I’ll try to keep the house as intact as possible 🙂