Malinkij dryg

This little fellow came up to me on the hill of the Uspensky Monastary. It was quite windy and the kitten sat down between me feet to find shelter. It liked being scratched the wrong way (like Walter), and had I lived here I am sure I'd brought this orphan home.

(Yes - I lnow you are not supposedto scratch unknown cats, let alone bringing them home, but I am a grow up with licence to bend my rules. :-))