April 29th – At the end of the Kings Hill Park avenue, watching from a private driveway just in the terrace off Old Park Road behind the pub, this wonderful, watchful dark brown floof.
I don’t think I’ve met this distinguished and undaunted puss before, but it’s a beautiful cat with something of the night about them.
I she keep an eye out for this one in future…
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April 15th – At the end of February, I was sure I would never see this fine gentleman again, for it seemed the flat where Sam, the elderly, toothless and thoroughly grumpy Kings Hill Park cat lived had been vacated.
I was heartbroken, and wished him well in this post.
I needn’t have worried. I spotted the old grump a couple of weeks ago in the bay window of the flat BELOW the one being refurbished, snoozing as one would expect. I obviously couldn’t take a picture, but was so relieved this venerable old lad was not gone – after all, his sleeping habits last summer entertained me on many a day and I’d become, well, somewhat attached to him.
I finally found him today in the roadside garden of the flats complex where he lives. He’s thinner, but his coat has a beautiful gloss and his wonky eyes were bright and keen. His whiskers were immaculate and Sam clearly is reclaiming his place as monarch of the Kings Hill summer.
I think he might have remembered me, or perhaps not. But I’m glad though that this old cat can sleep, hopefully undisturbed – through another warm, peaceful summer dreaming of his kittenhood and youthful exploits.
A fine lad whose return I am very glad to see.
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April 13th – Near Catshill on the way back, I was being watched. It took me a while to spot my observer, but puss ambled along the bank and mewed at me softly.
There’s been a marked increase in recent days of cats out and about, taking the air. It’s sure sign summer is coming when these generally quiet, studious and indolent urban flaneurs appear on the patch.
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April 8th – Returning home at gone 7pm in grey light, I spotted this elderly lady watching me from the open space in North Street.
I suspect she’d been having a standoff with a factory cat from the yard over the road.
She looks in good condition and wasn’t fazed by me at all.
Beautiful animal, and a pleasure to see.
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March 22nd – A great 62 mile ride out to Rosliston Foresstry Centre, Coton in the Elms, Lullington, Netherseal and No Mans Heath. It was a lovely spring day in the sun, and the cake at Rosliston was excellent. It was a lovely day top be out.
When I changed direction at No Mans Heath, the sun was setting and the wind drove against me. It went very cold, and coming home was a real batt.e, reminding me that although the sun had been out, winter’s hand could still be felt on the weather. It was bitter.
A lovely ride out though, and just what I needed.
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February 27th – I’m sorry to bang on about this, but Kings Hill Park in Darlaston is getting more magnificent by the day.
Alive now with a veritable carpet of spring flowers, it’s a beautiful little spring oasis, and I love it so much.
On a side note, I spotted that the flat where I think the old cat Sam lived has been vacated, and was being refurbished. I spent a lot of last summer admiring that king of Kings Hill. In this sunny weather, I’ve not seen the puss about at all.
I hope I’m wrong and he’s made it to another Kings Hill Summer: If not, I hope he’s gone somewhere where there’s a sunny garden with comfy shady spots, passers by to talk to him and a world to watch go by.
I hope you haven’t left me old lad, but if you have, I’ll miss you so. Sweet dreams, puss. Sweet dreams.
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February 22nd – Returning from work a little earlier than usual and in daylight, I spotted this splendid calico cat taking a drink from the canal near Humphries House.
One of the best things about spring is the re-emergence of the feline population, usually all cosy indoors in the cold.
I hope I meet this one again – it seems quite a character!
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January 25th – Passing through the Butts in Walsall mid morning, I was able to photograph this delightful character, whom I’ve met before. She’s a tiny, gorgeous little cat I’ve since found out is called Belle.
A very friendly, affectionate puss, I often see her on the bins here but usually can’t take pictures due to the nearby school.
Today, she shared head boops, nose and back tickles and purred appreciatetively, without taking her eye off the neighbourhood.
Nice to be meeting cats again…
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August 10th – Unsurprisingly, there was no sign of the King of Kings Hill when it was raining mid day.
However, when the sun was out, as I was coming home, normal ruling duties had been resumed, and the serious pursuit of nap time continued.
August 6th – He’s been keeping a low profile this last couple of weeks, the King of Kings Hill. But today, I spotted him. Asleep in a shady under-hedge, he was dozing in his usual bit of garden and resolutely ignoring the world around him.
As is usually the case.
He’s so old is Sam the cat that I’m surprised at his re-emergence every new spring, and seeing this elderly, toothless but otherwise very well presented lad having a really good summer makes me happy every time I see him.
What more could an old fellow want than to pass his days napping, dreaming of kittenhood and being soothed by the warm sun and noises of the neighbourhood he rules around hm?
Long may he reign. Sweet dreams, Sam old lad. Sweet dreams.
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