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Dear Pets,
I had an entry all written out in my head this morning about how nuts you've been driving me. Spike with the barking and lumberjackassery, Squish with the whining, the music (he now sings when he hears the Doctor Who theme) and the guardy, Naamah with the wriggling (lapcat is fine - lapcat with eighteen windmilling paws and your arse in my eye, not so much) and the borderline pica (why were you trying to eat a metal spring anyway, and where the fuck did you find it? I thought we had the place pretty well kittenproofed by now); Hamish with the food stealing, the growling on the windowsill and the heavy-footed zoomies (ok, you're not a small cat, but how do you make more noise than a 60lb gundog?); Cassie with the bathroom fixation and the Death Glare whenever I try and eat anything, and Saffron with the darting out the front door and trying to get stepped on.
And then I spent the afternoon curled on the couch watching ER, with Squish against my feet, Spike nestled against my back, and Naamah fast asleep on my chest, purring (and holding still for once). And I don't have a single bad word to say about any one of you. You make my life worth living.
Love,
Liz
I had an entry all written out in my head this morning about how nuts you've been driving me. Spike with the barking and lumberjackassery, Squish with the whining, the music (he now sings when he hears the Doctor Who theme) and the guardy, Naamah with the wriggling (lapcat is fine - lapcat with eighteen windmilling paws and your arse in my eye, not so much) and the borderline pica (why were you trying to eat a metal spring anyway, and where the fuck did you find it? I thought we had the place pretty well kittenproofed by now); Hamish with the food stealing, the growling on the windowsill and the heavy-footed zoomies (ok, you're not a small cat, but how do you make more noise than a 60lb gundog?); Cassie with the bathroom fixation and the Death Glare whenever I try and eat anything, and Saffron with the darting out the front door and trying to get stepped on.
And then I spent the afternoon curled on the couch watching ER, with Squish against my feet, Spike nestled against my back, and Naamah fast asleep on my chest, purring (and holding still for once). And I don't have a single bad word to say about any one of you. You make my life worth living.
Love,
Liz
