Cat cuddling evening at The Blackden Trust

Catherine the Great demanded pick up and 3rd degree cuddle outside. While picking her up, Pickles, the little nameless tabby girl jumped up to sit on my shoulder. Purr, purr, purr from both of them while I perfected my cat juggling technique.
On the way out, we were mugged again by all three, including Ginger. Both kittens are now small, round, sturdy cats and incredibly affectionate.

There might also have been an evening of sitting in a 16th century timber-frame apothecary's house, around an open fire, drinking mulled wine, eating mincepies and attending the Friends of Blackden Trust AGM.
But it was mostly about adorable cats.

More to follow. As though we don't have enough to do in life, asphodeline and I are Plotting. Be afraid. You may find yourselves coerced into support.

FF