Wednesday, 25 September 2013

A Cemetery Prowl

When we were back in Canada we were living across the street from one of my favourite cemeteries. And so, when our cat needed some 'out' time (the road in front of the house was too busy to let her out on her own) I would put on her harness and go for a stroll 'round the cemetery.

Stroll is not quite the right word to describe the walking, stopping, then sudden running and leaping over obstacles that actually occurred. I'm not sure what that word is but I am certain we provided much amusement to whoever (or whatever) may have been watching.