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The weather is foul. It is an afternoon for staying in by the crackling log fire and keeping warm while the wild wind hurls rain at the windows and moans down the chimney.
I am amusing myself by roughing out a (very inaccurate and not to scale) map of some of the highlights of my normal walking territory, another one for my Owl Wood Journal.
I'm keeping one eye on the amazing figure skaters at the Winter Olympics, fabulous stuff.
Everything is very low key today. Our semi-feral cat, Sparky, the black and white one, went out this morning as normal. An hour and a half later she limped in, obviously in pain, and hid herself out of reach. The feral part comes out in times of stress, but at least she has come home.
We left her for an hour or so, during that time she got herself into her basket and had a wash. I have had a quick appraisal and a gentle feel around; it is her back left leg, there is no blood and very little swelling. Right now she is sleeping. Later I'll examine her more thoroughly.
Fingers crossed it is nothing more than a sprain.
