Play to me Gypsy..

Another little cat medley! An old painting, a lovely cat and a music overlay. Hope you enjoy.

I think the anaesthetic really got into my system. I had a little fall this morning and my arms seem to have lost all strength so I had a dickens of a job trying to get up. I'm still feeling a bit fragile with a tender mouth and face.

There is no friend like the old friend
Who has shared our morning days.
No greeting like his welcome,
No homage like his praise.
Fame is the scentless sunflower
With gaudy crown of gold;
But friendship is the breathing rose,
With sweets in every fold.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.