I can’t believe he’s done this to me again!
Friends came around for lunch etc. yesterday and while I was out in the back yard at the compost bin, my friend called out from the front yard, “I think Flot’s here!”
I raced through the house and there he was – just like last time, in the fenced off dinosaur garden, mrrrrowing like he was in distress. He wouldn’t go near my friend, but when I came over he ran up chirping and started nuzzling me through the fence. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing he accepted a salmon sachet and allowed himself to be picked up and brought into TGP’s room.
He was big and fat, a tiny scratch on his nose but paws and claws in good shape. Still wearing his harness but missing the new tags with my mobile number and his ninja bell. He was a bit brubby, and obviously overjoyed to be home. He’s been burying his head in my armpit like a kitten, drooling and purring his head off and very snuggly.
Jet’s been ambivalent. Like me, I think he’d only just got over the heart-break of last time.
Right, I just realised I’m going to be in Melbourne in less than a month. Eeek!
Melbournians, please advise on what sort of garments I will need. And do I require any vaccinations? I am immune to espresso.
The inevitable has happened and Gigantor’s got a girlfriend. To protect the innocent, we’ll call her Mothra. I’m not sure whether to feel pleased that he’s playing nicely with others, or horrified that he might love Mothra more than me.
Too paralyzed with horror to write more.
This blog is brought to you courtesy of Quokka’s former Mac, that she sweetly scrubbed and gifted to Elf Boy. Because my computer’s died. I think it’s just the screen, but because I’m on the usual festive work-till-you-drop hours I’ll have as much chance of getting to Hardly Normal to replace it as Q will of having any privacy in her own backyard, or Catty would of enjoying a crockpot meal with the Boss. On the same day, in the same house for the latter, I mean.
So Q – Thank You!
Here she is, sleeping on the couch. Yes, her fur is as soft and silky as the picture suggests.
Not as good a photo, but so you can get an idea of scale. This is an IKEA three-seater. She’s now almost eight months old.
What better way to celebrate than to say it with braaaainz?
Wishing you a very happy birthday and an exciting year of renovation and relocation xxxooo
Until I manage to take more photos of Sari, please enjoy this nature lover enjoying nature. Why, I can’t really say … because it’s very green and we’re coming up to St Paddy’s? Yes, that’ll do. Also, Q’s iPad.
AKA Mojo AKA Puppy-puppy Moi-Moi
Sorry it’s taken so long, but here she is. Our brand-new, eight-week old Bandog pup. Called, depending on who you ask, Sari, Mojo or Puppy-puppy Moi-moi.
The cats despise her, but do sneak up to me for cuddles when she’s not around, so they don’t seem to be holding a grudge. Unless they also do the revenge-served-cold thing in feline society, I suppose.
It will soon be Halloween. Much of our culture is now Seppo, why don’t we make a big thing of it? On the one hand, I love lollies and scary things, but I’m glad not to have to come up with two costumes a year, I suppose.