Meet Ollie.

Meet the newest member of the Ronniecat household. This is Ollie. I've been looking for Ollie for some years, and today I found him. The moment I saw his pensive and impish face, I knew he was the gargoyle my garden had been missing lo, these last many years. (We almost found Ollie last year - or a gargoyle very much like Ollie - but his ear was broken and he was the last of his model.)

Ollie is going to live among the Bleeding Hearts, which, besides being aesthetically pleasing, is a nice metaphor.


This is how Ollie got home from the Garden Centre. People, I keep telling you, you simply can't be too careful with your gargoyles (as last year's discovery of the broken-eared fellow proved).

He was quite well-behaved throughout the drive home and didn't bawl at the top of his lungs as the cats do, so that was a refreshing change.

(Perhaps we should've adopted two gargoyles ten years ago.)



Veronica was extremely interested in meeting Ollie and asking him where had he been, what had he seen, etc.

Ollie was enigmatically silent but Veronica's nose told her many tales of his travels on the path to our garden.


Even Mojo couldn't get a word out of the mysterious Ollie, although he'll probably lie about the encounter when he blogs about it later.

(Ollie whispered his name to me as I took him out of the back seat of the car. It's a very good name, if less demonic than I had anticipated, and I think it suits him very well.)

ronnie