Animal Stalkers and Twin Coincidence

My mother-in-law Sorrel arrives this evening, so I have been up early washing windows and titivating vases of flowers before I go to my brother's for the day.
The weather has changed, but has done so for the better today, and the weak sunshine and warmth has really lifted my spirits, especially given the miserable wet and windy conditions we have endured for most of the past month.
I carried around my portable radio as I worked, and the piano version of "Sheep may safely Graze" was playing.......it seemed the perfect accompaniment to the morning's work...quite....quite beautiful
(play video below) 
As I pottered around, a ghostly little face watched my every move from the upstairs window. As I lifted Boris out of his house, a pair of worried little brown eyes  anxiously noted the position of my hands,, just in case I was showing him a little too much affection and as I turned back to the cottage carrying a bowl of raspberries , a little face lit up, hoping that I had returned home for good.

Meg has always had a fixation with me. She is only truly happy when crushed tightly by my side or sat triumphantly on my lap, yet even when she is there, (within a knat's crotchet of my beating heart), she never looks totally relaxed . It is almost as if she is in a state of constant fear that I or she will be somehow separated and  I always feel that this constant low level anxiety, she seems to possess' must be consistently and unendingly exhausting for her.

Indeed on the 35 minute drive up to my brother's house today, all she did was to lay on the passenger seat as I was driving, her eyes never leaving my face throughout the journey.....

I have my own female stalker...

The geese stalk me too, but they do in a slow, benign and rather pedestrian kind of way, which never fails to amuse me. Wherever I go or what ever I am doing, eventually all four will wander slowly into view, their eyes curious and interested, their heads up and proud.
If they cannot quite see the activity of choice, then inch by inch they will crowd forward in order to get a proper look and when satisfied with the result, will sit comfortably in the grass nearby.
It is a habit of theirs I always welcome.

My final stalker (apart from the constantly asthmatic Boris) is Bunty
Now Bunty is a two year old cochin,, who only loves me because I buy her constant adoration with a sneaky morsel of dry cat food everyday.
She is as cheap as that....all it takes is a a brief glimpse of a "go cat" fishy nibble (always held up between thumb and forefinger as I walk down the lane) and she goes completely weak at the knees.
Literally frothing at the beak in excitement, she will often gallop the length of the field ( not easy with heavily feather feet I can tell you) to clamber up into my lap in order to receive her personal titbit
It is a small moment of pleasure for her and a rather larger moment of pleasure for me....

Anyhow, enough of this "me me" adoration 

I will leave you with a little coincidence. (sparked by Cro's latest posting)

I bought this vintage water jug and glasses at Auntie Gladys bric a brac stall recently only to find out later on that it originally belonged to my twin sister!

This is the third time I have purchased items which have been owned by Janet...a couple of years ago, I went into a local antique shop and  pulled out two separate items to buy. Both items, without my knowledge , had been owned by my sister who had sold them on to the shop only a few weeks before....

It should not surprise you that we have the same taste.
ps just found out c/o Janet that she had never owned the glass set....
sort of pisses on my story somewhat...but you get the gist!