I bought Tabitha a toy yesterday: a wicker ball with feathers sticking out of the top. She played with it happily yesterday evening, and this morning I gave it to her to distract her from attacking my fingers on the laptop (I was trying to finish the fine points of a large DE presentation I'm giving this afternoon). It took her about four ( Read more... )

Robinson and Tabitha have now touched noses, and are both loose in the house. Tabitha has a baby gate across the door to "her" room, so she can run into it if necessary and also to keep nosy dogs out of her litter box. Her food's in there, too, at the moment, though I may move it onto the kitchen counter in a while, when I'm quite sure she and ( Read more... )

In which it is discovered that

- Tabitha would prefer to share my breakfast porridge while I am eating it, but is happy to lick the bowl afterwards ( Read more... )

He has an abscess. At least that's what they think, and we will assume so unless it doesn't get better or gets worse or something. He was a model of patient goodness at the vet while she poked around in a place that must have been sore. He had his beard slightly shaved, a hole poked in to drain and was sent home with antibiotics. The bank was ( Read more... )

I had lunch today with lidocafe and her charming daughter, and it was good :) Then we wandered over to visit superfoo and marri at their place of employment and hung around making a nuisance of ourselves and bought some yummy cleansing things. Then we bought ice-cream. Then we wandered down to the harbour and went shopping in a silly things shop for birthday ( Read more... )

I can't believe that I never tried out the "movie" function on my little toy digital camera before now.

This could be the start of something big...

Anyway, here's my first official upload to YouTube: "Robinson comes when he's called"
It's really, really, short.

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If you're lucky, I might upload "Robinson chases a ball" tomorrow ( Read more... )

My Robs is eleven years old today. His birthday has not started terribly happily, as it's recycling day, and he hates the sound of the trucks - their air brakes and their rumble and the crash of breaking glass as the men empty the blue boxes ( Read more... )

It was a blazing beautiful day today, and I am feeling content and happy with my lot (for once - *grin ( Read more... )

Sore, but nothing too serious, thank heavens ( Read more... )

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