Just waiting ....

At milking time there was big old Florence waiting to come in for her dinner ... snuggled in behind one of her oldest daughters Figgie who is always the first in the queue for milking, she was totally relaxed and was happily dozing off with her chin resting on the gate ..

Then there was Marmite cat, sitting in the window of our new flat, waiting for me to come home.  Spot the little brown and white face in the right hand window:

 At night as I drive in, I can always see her face at the window.  She peers down (to check that it is me, perhaps) and then disappears.  I know that she will be running down the stairs and that as I open the front door, she is there waiting for me.  Always a nice welcome!