The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
So, on Saturday, I woke up to this:
Don’t worry, she loves it, for all that she complains about the weight on her bladder.
My leg is a cat magnet.
And then on Sunday, there was an interloper in Pavel’s box, so he took refuge in the fresh laundry.
And then I came into the bedroom and saw that my cat was using the duvet as a pillow.
We’ve been hosting Eric since last Tuesday. He’s a big bag of (not-too-smart) love. Like most labs, he’s 49% stomach, 49% bladder and 2% tongue. As usual when we have a dog around, Tolstoy turns into (more of) an asshole.
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Katy had to go to Lausanne for a job this afternoon so I had to work from the living room to keep an eye on puppers. I was on a video call with the team with the birds squawking on my left, the cat stretched out brokenly behind me and NMD on the beanbag snoring and farting. The usual…
This is what I see when I’m trying to work right now. Disgusting.
I’m just annoyed the picture is so crappy :( They moved now so the moment has passed.
Edit: woohoo, they did it again, so another chance for a better picture :)
Chilling with my furry boys. The non-furry one was in a surprisingly agreable mood this morning and has already left for school.
This is what morning look like here when we’re all tired.
This is really amusing, in that almost a year ago to the day, RUN DMReenie was getting down to Christmas in Hollis Morges.
Never seen a cat love a blanket so much.
Tolstoy is happy for pets, until he isn’t. Then he gives you a warning bite.