I came home to a pleasant surprise. MrAB had lit a wood fire. It smelled good and felt even better on a damp grey day (what a contrast to last week) BigDog doesn’t share my feelings – she stil hates the fire. She has spent most of the evening in the crate or the back conservatory.
Occasionally she comes and looks through the living room door but she isn’t happy.
GingerCat had never seen a fire before and when he came in he was mesmerised and his tail puffed up like Basil Brush. He has spent the evening staring at the fire – I think he is cautiously convinced it is a good thing
His predecesor, Cat#1 loved the fire – he would have spent the evening sat inside the fender on the hearth purring contentedly.