My house will never be featured in a Homes & Gardens magazine. In fact, it’s more likely to be in a Health & Safety Executive magazine about the dangers of poor domestic hygiene. John was trying to go to bed when Percy climbed onto his shoulder, because he desperately needed to attack a cobweb.
John looks glum, because Percy doesn’t yet know how to get down without using his claws. Oooch.
I’m marking again and Milka is supervising from on high. That’s my fabric stash he’s sitting on.
Well, some of it. I confess that I’m somewhat addicted to my fabric and I have a thousand plans for it. If only I could finish my marking …
Milka found a rare sunny patch on this rainy day and snuggled up in one of my home-made quilts.
I’ve been marking for hours today. I’m incredibly slow at it, even after several years of teaching. I remain mystified as to how anyone does it faster than I do. And yet I know almost everyone does.
Milka helped me for a while.
The kittens were wrestling this morning. There is nothing vicious about their fights; the only sound to be heard is a little heavy breathing. Long experience has taught me that heart-felt fights, based on true enmity are loud when Siamese are involved.
As you can see, these boys are always one lick away from grooming each other and falling asleep together.
I have come across a wonderful Siamese cat blog tonight. I’m proud to say several of my daft posts were liked by the author of baileyboatcat.com. The amazing and adventurous Bailey splits his life between a flat in Nice and a boat harboured near Rome. He is an experienced sailor, who has handled one or two dips in the sea with great aplomb and sports his beautiful blue life jacket with style and panache.
I have asked Bailey if he would like to be a guest cat on this blog. I hope he can find a window for me in his schedule. In the meantime, I have enquired if he is ‘un chat bilingue’. Writing from North East England, Bailey seems to me to have the ultimate kitty/filmstar life.
Sometimes the pictures which go wrong are the best.
Percy on a break from running round like a loon. The legs, the clean laundry and the mess are mine.
Not my most flattering photograph, but Percy was getting in my way.
Guess who has been playing with Photobooth?
There was a fly behind the net curtain, which drove Milka nuts.