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| Just 5 wks old, and he's little more than a handful of black fur. | But what a change by 3 months! Bright-eyed and alert for the slightest possibility of mischief.
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| Finding a bit of sun & a comfy position, and then looking cute, seemed to come naturally. | However, there are still things to learn even when you get to 2 years old - like convincing yourself that you're not stuck up this tree!
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The garden remained a favourite haunt though. Here he is at nearly 5 years old, giving us a typical pose - sunning himself on the edge of the asparagus bed while fluffing out his wonderful tail - tickling his head with it was no problem at all!
| Having finished his gardening he then jumps up on the garden wall to admire the view - well, to allow everyone to admire him, really! |
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Once back indoors he liked to see what was going on in the music room, but the sound of a violin string was enough to have him scampering for cover!
| Any convenient box was a popular target - even though he doesn't look much like an apple.
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| Alternatively, a soft carpet in the sun will do just fine, thank you. | And in the evening summer sun he could turn a distinct chocolate brown. Perching elegantly in the crook of a walnut tree is much more sensible than actually climbing it.
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| Very much the elder-statesman now, but still quite capable of prodigious leaps, Sable keeps an eye on proceedings from his favourite wall. | Time catches up with him in the end though, and so "Now as a spirit I shall roam the summer fields. Farewell - I pass, as all things do, like dew on the grass". |
