First attempt

This is my first attempt at uploading a video clip to my blog. More practice needed!! 

It's easier to see what's going on if the view is enlarged. J

Jellicoe is watching a beagle stealing food and he is nonplussed. 'Why doesn't the DOG jump up like I do?' he asked me.'It's so much quicker and easier.'

Here is a clearer view of what Jellicoe was watching.

Ocicats in Action

 Just to prove that they don't spend all their time sleeping here are a few shots of Ocicats in action. Thanks to my camera man, the one and only Barry.J

Before they could be taken, camera speed and light sensitivity had to be adjusted (Barry's task) and a measure of housework undertaken - floor swept and some of the detritus of day to day living - (year to year!!) - tidied away out of sight (my job). I am NOT posting the uncropped photos, too shaming.

Herschel leaps for the feathers as Jellicoe and Isambard consider their options.

Starting the descent . . .

Making another attempt - feathers are so enticing.

Isambard springs and Jellicoe nearly does, too.

Ready . . . steady . . .

. . . oops!

Jellicoe's turn but Isambard is keen, too.

One last try for Isambard.

The feathers 'lived' to fight another day. If a favourite toy is captured by one of the brothers there's a good deal of growling as the prize is carried off but they never squabble in the heat of the chase.

Our impression is that Herschel leaps the highest, Jellicoe is second in line and Isambard's efforts are respectable but not outstanding. 

New Year, starting late . . .

New Year, starting late . . .

2014 was going to be a new beginning, vigorous, productive, fulfilling, and it was scheduled to start from the very first day of January. Yes!

But it didn’t and I can’t seem to kick-start it, or perhaps myself. Part of the reason for this is the giddiness I have been experiencing since November, now thankfully diminishing. The swirling head rush is mainly confined to bed so during the day I am able to walk steadily and drive safely.

Maybe my lack of motivation is a hangover from 2013 which seemed to be a year of waiting and worrying. Whatever it is, I think February will herald the real New Year for me. So, Happy New Year, folks, and may the sun shine gently upon you and yours J

Meanwhile . . .

Herschel in a box . . . 

Herschel in a basket . . . 

 Herschel and his favourite dog, Bertie . . . 

. . .

. . . whichever way up.

Jellicoe in a box . . . 

The Entropy Gang at rest, Isambard stretching his claws.