Otto was eight on Sunday. Best day of his life (again). New friend, long walk, some chicken for lunch, massive snooze.
Were out in no mans land tonight for a
Birthday party… arrived early this little guy isn’t impressed
Was thinking of starting a Cat thread, then this morning came down to pile of puke on my studio chair, think Aeron with semi dried cat vom in the webbing, a big puddle of piss amongst the midi cables connecting my controller and by that point an unseen pile of shite which I trod in.
Not going to start a cat thread. Fecker.
i know lots of people who looooove their cats, but i know just as many people who love their cats despite all of the issues you just mentioned - and if that wasn’t enough, the cats scratch up everything (and seem to prefer record spines).
my kid would LOVE to have a cat (tbh, my kid would love to BE a cat) but the wife is hella allergic and i like my stuff unscratched and un-pissed on. so, sorry kiddo.
Love her to bits really, as she’s an old bird we give her loads of slack but this was the second worst ‘hit’ ever, not sure your all ready for the worst.
They fight a bit / Younger one stalks & attacks older one on walks / Older one still looks at us saying ‘why did you get her’ (the side eye) after a year but 2 beds & they share one
LA dog squad.
Our one Minky has started enjoying leaning on tables…
And this guy is my friend Neil’s dog. He’s called Dexter. He’s got different coloured eyes like Bowie.
Minky looks like she(?) has had a long night in the pub in the first pic
Got sent this photo of Roobarb from today, looking like a grey old girl. Her cancer has deteriorated in the last few weeks and we fear the dreaded decision is getting closer
Mansie doing a jobbie at sunset (not even 3pm!). A unusually balmy 12 degrees on the 1st of December.