The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
We’re not exactly sure how, but Pavel, an apartment cat on the 3rd floor of a block of flats, managed to catch a bird. We wrangler it off of him, and now it’s in a newspaper-filled cardboard box on the patio, with some seeds and water. Bean also gave it two sweeties, to apologise for it almost being eaten by our cats.
Reenpig was most displeased when Katy stopped with the head stroking and made her feelings known with a disgruntled meow and a withering look of disdain.
I have Pavel either curled up warming my butt, or stretched out all along my back.
Badass, Dumbass and Fatass. All for one and one for meh.
Pavel took offense at me being on *his* beanbag, so he took matters into his own paws and just flomped on me in protest.
Katy sleeping in, surrounded by cat-shaped lumps.
That’s his favourite place to nap these days. Watching him get off the thing is hilarious.
I just need Tolstoy to have a full house :-)