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.
I really wanted to post some pix from Q’s Ekka Extravaganza, but the computer wouldn’t extract them from my phone. Instead, gaze in wonder at the Turkish Charcoal Burner I purchased from a garage sale for no good reason. It used to be at Peter Hackworth’s “The Cat’s Tango” in St Lucia.
“Where did you put that Allen key?”