Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 31 May 2013
The title of this post is is a lame, lame, lame word play on May Day. Not that it was such a troublesome day, but it was grey. So anyway, today was the last day of May. I was wearing the grey shirt that makes me look very greying. It was cloudy, so the skies were grey (it got sunnier later). We had a very grey May this year, cold and gloomy. Today it suddenly got hot and sunny. But in the morning, looking at the skies, I thought Grey Day sounded like a good title post that was summing up the month. And in the evening, when I was at the station waiting for the train to go home, I saw another cat, a new one, at the train station. I am not sure if this one is feral, he was quite chubby and looked well fed. His fur was short and... grey. I took a picture of him. Not a good one, but hey, it's a pic of one of the few feline squatters (owners?) of the train station. The second one in a very short period of time. So this is it, a grey cat on the last day of a grey May. I wonder what to call this one. Any suggestions?