Posts about me, my family and friends (yes I have some), Seymour the Wonder Cat and his not-so-trusty sidekick Norman the Newbie Cat and life in general, both online and offline
As the smallest person in our bed, Norman the Cat takes up the most space. Most nights I wake up clinging to the side of the bed, wondering how the hell I have ended up very nearly on the floor when we have what most would consider a fairly decent sized bed: a super...
I was full of optimism when Norman the Naughty Cat got her new collar a week or two ago but that optimism was short-lived. We bought a second collar, this time for Seymour the Wonder Cat, in an effort to stop to make sure Seymour wasn’t feeling left out: he’d taken to walking up...
In an effort to give the local birdies a fighting chance, we’ve bought some jewellery for Norman the Mighty Hunter: a little red collar with a little red (and noisy) bell. She seems okay with the concept of wearing her new bit of bling but she does seem confused about how it is the...
The Brit media is cranking out new reports of the wild cat of Woodchester savaging a deer but I have enough problems of my own with the wild moggies residing in my own home. Since discovering her hunting gene, Norman has taken it upon herself to perfect her skills on anything and everything, but...
The annual Allison family Christmas gathering/BBQ/circus went off without a hitch and just a wee spot of sunburn. And one mosquito bite. It was hot enough on Christmas Day but even hotter on Boxing Day at our little home away from home, aka Club Mat(aura). The fan was working overtime trying to cool things...
I’ve been a little slack in updating here because, well, I just keep running out of time. We had a wee trip to Wellington at the start of the month and I returned home sunburnt and knackered so haven’t mentioned anything about it. Until now. There will be zoo photos uploaded in the next...
Spent the weekend at our little shack on the river, our first weekend there for the summer. We had some friends come out to stay on Saturday night and have made some important discoveries: I’m not the only person who plays “I spy” in the dark The Eclipse mints labelled “Intense” are just that...
… you are the pigeon. Some days you are the statue. And some days (most days?) it feels like you’ve been the statue for way too long and the pigeons are getting organised.
An update on Norman the mighty hunter: this morning I found a very proud Norman with the head of a bird. Dead, obviously. She had left it in the doorway of my office, a disembodied head with. And again, there was a trail of feathers that seemed far too huge to be from one...
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