Somersaults

Yesterday a new Fred came into the garden. Looked around, entered slowly, walked as far as the seed tray and then panicked when it saw Myself. As I was merely sitting beneath the berberis (the reddish hue of the new leaves makes a fitting and charming backdrop to My brilliant white fur) there was Absolutely No Need for such extreme action. And to be truthful I hadn't even really noticed it, being much more interested in the shenanigans of a pair of blue dragonflies by the pond. But the Fred considered Myself to be worthy of a panic. There you go. It rushed out of the garden and trod on a frog. Both turned a somersault.