Daisy the tomcat; middle-aged, graceless, wonderful.
Head inside, stretch out, nap on the fanciest cushion. Alarm bells sound inside your head: the twilight badger sprints up the road for his usual digging session on your patch. Hair stands on end. March to the garden; stand on a height.
Life might seem a bit touch-and-go right now if you were on the ball enough to think about it. As it is, eyes glaze over as, sans eyebrow, you get ready for action.
Photo also by Hazel Scully