Monday, July 16, 2007
It's very hard on a cat
... when the builders and their apprentices and their power tools and their compressor and their radios arrive sometimes as early as 7.00, and when there are very few warm and cosy places to sleep in the house during the day. But there are compensations, such as a sunny afternoon on a quiet weekend in a pile of insulation.
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I seem to remember her making herself very comfortable on your special pregnancy pillow -- and Joel is, what, 13? I think I even have the photo somewhere.
Seems only yesterday she was a tiny kitten on my shoulder at the Christmas party, playing with my jingle-bells earrings.
Close! Joel is 13 next March; and Mima is 16 this coming spring. Not so very sprightly these days, but in excellent health; and able to chase leaves around the garden on windy days. Also enjoys drinking goldfish-flavoured water from the ponds... And Joel's is often the lap of choice, these days.
'bout time there were some cat snaps here.
IM IN UR INSULASHUN
INSHULATIN MYSLF
Zoe, I'm going to take that as a challenge. Watch this space...
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