It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. More than a month, in fact. I haven’t been avoiding you, my poor little neglected blog, I just haven’t had the time or energy to do anything beyond work and sleep. My…
… was that a tumbleweed?
Category: Just me
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
Norman’s big night in
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…
Hunter gatherer
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…
Norman has some bling
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…
The wild cat(s) of Invercargill
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…
All done for another year
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…
All critters great and small
Some photos from our visit to Wellington Zoo.
Our trip to Wellywood
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…
Club Mat(aura)
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…
Some days …
… 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.