The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Katy had to go to Lausanne for a job this afternoon so I had to work from the living room to keep an eye on puppers. I was on a video call with the team with the birds squawking on my left, the cat stretched out brokenly behind me and NMD on the beanbag snoring and farting. The usual…
This is what I see when I’m trying to work right now. Disgusting.
I’m just annoyed the picture is so crappy :( They moved now so the moment has passed.
Edit: woohoo, they did it again, so another chance for a better picture :)
Chilling with my furry boys. The non-furry one was in a surprisingly agreable mood this morning and has already left for school.
This is what morning look like here when we’re all tired.
This is really amusing, in that almost a year ago to the day, RUN DMReenie was getting down to Christmas in Hollis Morges.
Never seen a cat love a blanket so much.
Tolstoy is happy for pets, until he isn’t. Then he gives you a warning bite.
Human! Human! Give me cheese, human! Oy! Stop ignoring me!
In vague parallel with the cadbury Easter bunny, Tolstoy is trying to hatch a clutch of rubber ducks.
For as long as we have had her, Reenie manages to find the oddest, most uncomfortable sleeping spots. In the summer, she’ll routinely use the patio door doorframe guide rail as a pillow. This morning? Her (full) water bowl.