Katherine
All cats which come into my yard are my favourite. All of them are Kichka`s children, and they naturally look alike. Which makes me think Katherine isn`t her kitten. She turned up on one cold winter Saturday last January – starving. She came in front of the stairs and began meowing plaintively. “Well, fine, go …. Read More
The encounter
The encounter with the cottage was like love at first sight. It stood silent under the dark canopy of the trees in the yard overgrown by nettles and blackberries with sadly opened windows through which no ray of sunshine had entered for ages. The yard had given shelter to curious titmice, blue jays, doctors-woodpeckers, and …. Read More