Claude, our cat, has finally begun to want to go outside. Not for much of the day, but for the odd hour or two. Particularly from 11pm-2am. Oh, boy, is he keen to get outside in those dark, predatory hours. He's worked out to scratch on our ranch slider door to come back in. So now that he's getting keen on patrolling his land boundaries (and other ( Read more... )

We are all loving it down here in Rosebud. The Mornington Peninsula is a great place to be, or it's where we want to be now so it's working out good. My wife is happy, my daughter developing into some loud, skipping, energetic bundle of noise, and I'm even more happy that their happiness is obvious ( Read more... )

Jules and I went out to dinner to celebrate the shrinkage and before we had a chance to order, Jules's phone rang. A neighbour 5 houses up from ours said they had found a cat that looked like ours sitting under their car, distressed and with an obviously sore leg. We leapt from the table, drove home, dragged Claude from beneath the car and took him ( Read more... )

Someone new turned up to live in our house yesterday afternoon, much to my surprise, and more so to the delight of Isla.

He's black (mostly), furry, friendly, very small, extremely cute and yet unnamed. Claude is the current frontrunner, ahead of Pepe and Basil.


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