Fish and Chips? – StormWeaver #29

One can always trust the cat, unless the cat smells fish. Fifteen minutes up the road and where do I end up? At the edge of a pond watching Maggie cat busy swatting at minnows. She meows then laps the water daintily. Chloe breaks out in laughter. “Why don’t we have a picnic?” With tea … Continue reading Fish and Chips? – StormWeaver #29