Thursday, 7 March 2013

Bronson & Nocciolina

The Casanova's have two dogs and a tabby cat and they all live outside. In fact, I've never even seen their cat come in. And I don't even know its name.

Bronson is the big grumpy bulldog. He's huuuge and barks at you when you stand and watch him through the glass pane of the door. The only time I've ever seen him make a cute face is when he knows it's dinner time and he thinks looking up at you with round sad eyes will make you get it for him quicker.

He was somehow in mid-lick when I took the photo....
 
Nocciolina is the little brown and white one; I'm not sure what breed she is - she's kind of like a spaniel only with short straight hair rather than curly. Nocciolina means 'peanut' in Italian. She gets over excited very easily, especially at dinner time and sometimes she gets nervous and wees a little on the floor. This is usually followed by an outburst of Italian from Dominga and NOCCIOLINAAA!!

She was really shy at first, and would run away when I came near but she's slowly warming to me and today she even ran over and rested her head on my legs, looking up at me like.. dinner?

They both sit by the front door and look in, often fighting over who gets to sit in the middle with the prime view of the dog food bin.



Being just a big lump of muscle, it's usually Bronson.
 
Sat in the kitchen facing the door, I watched Nocciolina jump up and try pull down the door handle with her mouth to open the door. As soon as she saw me look up at her, she leapt down and sat with her back turned to me like, - I wasn't doing anything!
 
When she didn't think I was looking she turned her head around to look at me, only to quickly turn it back round again when she saw I was. Cheeeky.
 
The cat (whose name is unknown..) likes to sit on the window sill outside, eat crumbled up dog food and just stare at you through the glass.
 
 
Oh hey.
 
Dominga told me everytime you try to open the window or the door to let it into the house, it just stares at you and then runs away. I guess the window sill is the best spot; not quite inside.. but close enough to be.
 
I'll find out it's name at some point. In the meantime though, it can be called CAT.

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