Motor of emotion

I just saw a pygmy shrew!

Coming back from walking the dogs, there were people in one of the neighbours' front gardens milling around with a cardboard box. Turns out one of their cats had managed to catch it and set it loose in the living room without hurting it. How the hell they'd managed to get it into the box, I don't know, but it was lively as hell and looked really pissed off doing the Wall of Death round the box.

They let it go in the bushes behind the house (the tunnel where I took my dog walk pictures) - they only hung onto it for about five minutes. I was very lucky to have turned up in time to see it. I wish I'd had my bloody camera!

So small and snouty! Yay shrew!

Motor of emotion

I just saw a pygmy shrew!

Coming back from walking the dogs, there were people in one of the neighbours' front gardens milling around with a cardboard box. Turns out one of their cats had managed to catch it and set it loose in the living room without hurting it. How the hell they'd managed to get it into the box, I don't know, but it was lively as hell and looked really pissed off doing the Wall of Death round the box.

They let it go in the bushes behind the house (the tunnel where I took my dog walk pictures) - they only hung onto it for about five minutes. I was very lucky to have turned up in time to see it. I wish I'd had my bloody camera!

So small and snouty! Yay shrew!

Up, down, to and fro

( Kitten war! )

Yes, there is a lot of random crap lying around in my bedroom. Comes of not generally using it to sleep in.

Callette and Shona were romping on the bed with me while Blade and Elda wrestled on the floor. Callette scratched me quite a bit, too. Bless!

Up, down, to and fro

( Kitten war! )

Yes, there is a lot of random crap lying around in my bedroom. Comes of not generally using it to sleep in.

Callette and Shona were romping on the bed with me while Blade and Elda wrestled on the floor. Callette scratched me quite a bit, too. Bless!

Leap of faith, do you doubt?

I was feeling guilty about Spike getting more happy ballfetching fun than Squish, so I loaded up my rucksack with the clothesline and paraphernalia and headed to the little park with the goalposts. I gave Spike a few throws (he has to go first or he becomes unbearable) and then tied him up and unwound Squish's clothesline and clipped that on. So far so normal.

Squish did one throw and then saw something (cat? squirrel? For all I know he brought Harvey with him) He took off at full speed. He's taken off before and been caught short but this time he had double the length of the line to gather speed in... and the line snapped like a cotton thread.

Remember, the last time this happened it took me half an hour to get him back?

Me: *kneels down and plasters a shit-eating grin on my face*

(ohshitohshitohSHITOHSHIT!!!) Squishy come! (Happy fun voice concealing the black terrified despair in my heart)

Squish: Sure thing, Ma! Where's the ball?

*comes INSTANTLY*

Me: (incredulous) Goood BOY!!!

I had my hand on his collar. My joy and relief knew no bounds. There weren't enough meatballs in the world to reward that moment. It had to be something better.

I threw the ball and let him go again.

He came straight back again. And again. And again.

I stopped after about six throws, because my nerves couldn't take it. I had to leave the clothesline at the park because Squish hitting the end pulled the knot too tight for me to undo.

But - OMGSQUISHY YAYYYYY!!!!

Leap of faith, do you doubt?

I was feeling guilty about Spike getting more happy ballfetching fun than Squish, so I loaded up my rucksack with the clothesline and paraphernalia and headed to the little park with the goalposts. I gave Spike a few throws (he has to go first or he becomes unbearable) and then tied him up and unwound Squish's clothesline and clipped that on. So far so normal.

Squish did one throw and then saw something (cat? squirrel? For all I know he brought Harvey with him) He took off at full speed. He's taken off before and been caught short but this time he had double the length of the line to gather speed in... and the line snapped like a cotton thread.

Remember, the last time this happened it took me half an hour to get him back?

Me: *kneels down and plasters a shit-eating grin on my face*

(ohshitohshitohSHITOHSHIT!!!) Squishy come! (Happy fun voice concealing the black terrified despair in my heart)

Squish: Sure thing, Ma! Where's the ball?

*comes INSTANTLY*

Me: (incredulous) Goood BOY!!!

I had my hand on his collar. My joy and relief knew no bounds. There weren't enough meatballs in the world to reward that moment. It had to be something better.

I threw the ball and let him go again.

He came straight back again. And again. And again.

I stopped after about six throws, because my nerves couldn't take it. I had to leave the clothesline at the park because Squish hitting the end pulled the knot too tight for me to undo.

But - OMGSQUISHY YAYYYYY!!!!