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| Sunday Sketches. |
Hubby suggested we go for a drive, which we did.
We did some shopping in Westport, then ate at The Cove.




On the way home, we were 2.5 km away Gillian GPS told me, and we spotted a black cat on a fence. All woods, only a few houses. 'Surely that can't be Buster,' said hubby...
It was. He was near where I'd seen a doe and fawn a few years ago.
I got out of the car, coaxed him back over the fence (15 min.), while cars roared up and down the road. I was nearly at the car, clutching him tightly when two cars came along from either direction. I kept hanging on and then he scratched both my hands, 3 deep cuts, and took off back over the fence. Little beggar.
We arrived home and I washed thoroughly, hubby bandaged me up. I phoned my client, to check that we were on tomorrow, Monday. No answer. I called her niece and found she had died this afternoon. About the time I was doing my sketch.
Buster is still AWOL, even though I went across the highway into the woods and called some more. He was on a mission somewhere.



























