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... the blanket on the windowsill started moving, then it showed a white nose. The nose explored a bit and disappeared back into the blanket. Someone managed to swaddle himself in blanket when I wasn't looking.

I think Yuki missed the windowsill most of all while I was away. He ran into the room as soon as he could, ran around madly, clearly not sure where he wanted to go most, and then jumped onto the windowsill and promptly got to sleep there. He's still there, his tummy up for the world to see (and pet), a bent paw covering his eyes - his favourite ( Read more... )

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Yuki's all set to spend this autumn on the windowsill. Today I happened to take the dog out during the day, and we passed under my window just when Yuki was looking out.

He stared. And stared. And looked ... well, displeased. Apparently, the dog & me aren't the kind of thing supposed to be outside of the window ( Read more... )

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Nasty weather we're having. Well, not nasty per se, but it's supposed to be spring. Everybody says 'Hurrah, spring finally came!'. But it very clearly didn't. I dislike February and March more than any other time of the year: these months feel like emptiness for me. Like a bad dream. I want real spring, not occasional snow and cold wind and ( Read more... )

He hates it when I comb out his fur.

(proof No 1317a: he doesn't mind so much when it's just his belly that gets combed)

There's snow outside. Yesterday there were yellow leaves on the ground sprinkled with snow, and I didn't find the camera to take a photo of this, and today there's a thick and fluffly white blanket over everything and I have a view over snowy branches from my window. Now, snowy branches are lovely to watch, but I feel like never venturing outside ( Read more... )