Signs of Autumn

The weather is turning and autumn is upon us.

I know this not because the calendar say's it's autumn but because we have rain, because I'm wearing a jumper for the first time in months, because the leaves on the mulberry tree are starting to turn yellow, and most telling of all, because the Fluff Monster has come inside.

For all of summer Fluffy's domain is the front yard and she likes to survey the world from the veranda or recline on the cool grass in the shade of the gravilleas. She revels in the cool breezes and the quiet away from that pesky youngster Ada who is always dashing around at top speed.

Once the weather cools down Sacha likes to come inside again, and there is yet another animal in doorways and laying on the floor we need to watch we don't trip over or step on accidentally. 

Fluffy makes her presence felt in a myriad of little ways. One of which is stealing my washing basket. 

My washing basket is rarely empty. It usually has a load of washing in it waiting to be taken to or from the laundry, but the instant it is empty and upon the floor a cat will take up residence in it.

I had no idea that washing baskets were soooo much better then boxes but apparently they are.

Shortly that washing basket will be full of  jumpers and winter clothes and the Fluff Monster will be sure to add some extra fur to them.

Fluffy will get fluffier as her winter coat comes in and my washing days will be fraught with avoiding cat residency in the washing basket in addition to the usual washing obstacles.