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[sighting: Alexandra, NZ]
Today we toured the various wineries of Central Otago, and just when you thought it was a cat proof day, YOU WERE WRONG. We visited one winery in the dusty, sleepy afternoon called Judge Rock that didn’t appear to be open for tasting, and we poked around the grounds for a bit before going on our way. Gobs of flowers, vines, big windows all open, tea pots and trucks and a big brindled dog on a long chain…I waaaaaant. I pressed my face against the glass of the sliding glass door and saw the icing on the meow cake–
What a pleasant surprise! Auntie Jo was not pleased. “UGH” she said, turning away. “Here’s some material for your blog.”
Also today we learned that “catty” is a wine taste that implies urine. Cat urine. Durst pee. Can anyone corroborate?
Suzanne, star of yesterday’s cat blog, has another tale from wine touring New Zealand…..with CATS.
While visiting Blenheim, much further above our current location on the South Island, Suzanne encountered this fellow.
Suzanne describes this cat as “incredibly friendly and very climby”. She was pleased with the vineyard’s “Animals Welcome” policy.
I would be too.