Thursday evening, Kit and Greg stopped by to pick up some stuff from the shed. I was in bed - Thursday is my day off, and I'd been luxuriating in a very early evening with a book. Kit came inside to find me - Nutmeg was in the car port, having a fit ( Read more... )

In February 2005, Fidgitboy and I acquired an 8 week old silver blond labrador puppy we named Digby. From the very first, he was My Dog. I loved him dearly, and when 8 months later we got Nutmeg from the Animal Welfare League to keep him company, I'm ashamed to say there wasn't an equal amount for her. I do love her, but Digby was my boy, smart and ( Read more... )

It was hot yesterday; today was cooler, but wet, humid and sticky, and I just didn't feel like dealing with Nutmeg's daily fitzy behaviour when going out for a walk (after 9 years, she still hasn't learned not to cross behind me when on the lead ( Read more... )

For years now, Nutmeg and Digby have had different ideas about how this game of "Throw The Ball" is played. Nutmeg has always thought the point of the game was a race to see who could get to the ball first; you pick it up to prove you got there before anyone else, then drop it. Digby always thought the aim of the game was to get the ball and then ( Read more... )

About every six weeks, I like to give the pets a treat. Normally that means a lamb shank or big beef marrow bone for the dogs, and either cooked pork or roast chicken for the cat. I had lunch with Smiley Steve on Friday, and there was about a third of a roast chook left. Bellamy quite often gets carcasses, but this had a LOT of meat on it, more ( Read more... )

I've always said Digby is a lot smarter than he looks, and Nutmeg is a lot dumber than she looks. Last night they both proved me right ( Read more... )

...but not from me. Digby thinks the new stove is wonderful. He spent last night sleeping in front of the Wonderful Smell Making Box, in the same pose he uses when I've been away and he sleeps next to my bed, the one that ensures I can't sneak out of the room without him knowing. It's very cute ( Read more... )

7 days til kitten time.

Which means I have one week to make sure the house is kitten proof. Not only kitten proof, but siamese kitten proof. I think baby-proofing is easier; babies don't seem to have an irresistable urge to explore up the chimney.

House Update:

J-Bear and I went anti-queue shopping yesterday, to look for some furniture-type bits we needed. There was much success, and today was pay, collect, and arrange delivery day.

From several places we picked up LOTS of CD racks, which I estimate will take my collection and have a little space for expansion (required). J-Bear found a single ( Read more... )

I'm more than ready for the Cancer Fairy to go fuck up someone else's life for a bit.

Onslow da Smooch, world's most friendly cat, wasn't very well this week. Wednesday I noticed his tummy was swollen and he wasn't as hungry as normal (read - only ate one breakfast instead of asking for three) I felt his tummy, and there was no tenderness that I ( Read more... )