Old Gran Jacrapara!!...............and the adventures of Tidils!!!   Old Gran Jacrapara is 76, she lives in a small house made out of mud and bricks. It has a black chimney and on a cold night like tonight the smoke puffs out of the little chimney.  The house is built in the back yard of her son’s lush estate and surrounded by large old oak trees that swing and sway from side to side when the wind blows through the night.   Gran Jacrapara’s home is not easily visible from the main house and you have to walk down a small dark rocky path, it's approximately 400m’s to get to her little red gate. the gate is covered in bushes and shrubs.   Her grandchildren do not come to visit her as often as they should, to tell you the truth they think she’s mad because their father told them this.  He didn't want them bothering her, so he made up a story that Old Gran Jacrapara was a mad old witch.   But Old Gran Jacrapara is indeed a funny little old women with a huge imagination and to keep herself company she has over time gathered many pets.   This is the adventures of Tidils her black and white cat, told by old gran Jacrapara.  One night while she was sitting and knitting, her pets were curled up on the floor in front of the fire place and some were stretched out on the couch next to her, to pass time, she started to tell a story while she knitted.............................

Tracey's Story......................

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking back at the body of the man she had just killed. Her face showed no emotion as she sat there staring blankly at his body. Why did he do that to her? How could he continuously do this to her? The questions danced around in her head. Tracey closed her eyes and tried to push the images out of her mind. If only for a second she could have peace, that was all she asked, that was all she wanted and that was all she needed. Peace and quiet just for a short while, maybe a minute or even a brief fraction of a second, just to escape the trauma she had experienced.

This privilege Tracey would not experience, she could hear the police cars’ sirens getting closer and closer as they neared her home, the neighbors lights were on, they had reported the screaming once again, as they had done so many times before.  She knew that it would only be a short while before the police would come barging through her door. But this time it would be different, this would be there last visit to 139 West Street!

Tracey dropped the blood stained knife on the floor. She walked down the stairway and out onto the pavement and waited for the police to arrive.

Not everything on my blog is based on my pets.  My son recently made this go-kart of sorts. Not bad at all, considering he drafted his own plans and made this from scratch.

For a short while I had two geese, these two fellows were quiet tame.

Unfortunately it gets so hot here in Johannesburg, South Africa that I give my Chow Chow's a lions cut.  Shame they do look a bit naked! but it really does help keep them cool.

Cheeky

Have some fun and watch this little clip of a happy piggy eating his lunch!!