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it's way too hot.
have spent the day alternately watching House and Stargate episodes and supervising kittens. They have all learned to climb the bed easily and can no longer be contained in the secure little penned area I set up for them, although I'm 99% sure they can't climb the stack of VHS tapes keeping them in the bedroom - I haven't seen them try yet but it's taller than they are and slippery. Spike is beside himself watching them and I had to physically drag him away from the cat room door, order him to eat his supper and stand over him to make sure he did. Cassie is also beside herself chasing little furballs around. Shona wants to be a shoulder cat, and lacerated me nicely trying to prove it.
Squish just went all alerty and started growling frantically at something under the couch. When I went to look, it was a black T-shirt that had fallen down the back and was crouching under there in a menacing way. It's reassuring to know that my dogs will always keep me safe from rogue laundry, as well as spiders, squirrels, mirrors, plastic bottles, skateboards and other people's cats.
When we were in the field with the long grass this morning he froze on point, very nearly causing me to cannon into him from behind. It was a perfect textbook-type point, too, except I'm fairly sure gundogs aren't usually used for grasshopper hunting. Love that daft bugger.
have spent the day alternately watching House and Stargate episodes and supervising kittens. They have all learned to climb the bed easily and can no longer be contained in the secure little penned area I set up for them, although I'm 99% sure they can't climb the stack of VHS tapes keeping them in the bedroom - I haven't seen them try yet but it's taller than they are and slippery. Spike is beside himself watching them and I had to physically drag him away from the cat room door, order him to eat his supper and stand over him to make sure he did. Cassie is also beside herself chasing little furballs around. Shona wants to be a shoulder cat, and lacerated me nicely trying to prove it.
Squish just went all alerty and started growling frantically at something under the couch. When I went to look, it was a black T-shirt that had fallen down the back and was crouching under there in a menacing way. It's reassuring to know that my dogs will always keep me safe from rogue laundry, as well as spiders, squirrels, mirrors, plastic bottles, skateboards and other people's cats.
When we were in the field with the long grass this morning he froze on point, very nearly causing me to cannon into him from behind. It was a perfect textbook-type point, too, except I'm fairly sure gundogs aren't usually used for grasshopper hunting. Love that daft bugger.
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