The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
It’s a sad truth that you cannot, under any circumstances, leave food lying around because Tolstoy will eat it. This is a cat that once chewed through a plastic bag to eat a bagel. This is what happens when you’re babysitting a large, vicious (not) Boxer. She gets her food bowl owned by an asshole cat and just stares on, wondering WTF is happening.
We’re rabbit-sitting for Roko and Jelena. The cats are highly disturbed by the new arrivals and are meowing at the patio door. The rabbits don’t give a toss.
Another hamster went to the big wheel in the sky. Chewie-Chewbacca, we will miss how you gave no fucks about predator-prey relationships, has incredible upper body strength and a complete disregard for cranial trauma.
I had to phone in to a meeting this morning. This is what greeted me when I came om the bedroom to get my phone.
Bastards.
Can you see how stressed out Pavel is? I don’t know how he can cope with it on a daily basis. My hero!
Tolstou excels at being a cat. Here he is, watching cat TV, sleeping on a keyboard, looking disdainful.
Pavel raced up the bed post, then walked along the edge of the open window. Realise that we’re on the 3rd floor, and that Katy is just out of shot, as in reenie who is sleeping on the headboard.
Our cats regularly malfunction. Reenpig spent a whole minute with a plant pot on her head, with a WTF is going on look.
I’m working from home this afternoon. I kept hearing cat noises, so I went to look. This is what I found. He yawned his head off, then gave me a dirty look for being there. It’s a hard life.