“Why didn’t you give me back my assignment?”
“Funny story, actually. The dog ate your homework.”
I’m sad to report that I had to let Susan go yesterday morning.
She got in a good shot on Thor a week and a half before her passing, so one of her legacies is probably going to be a weird patch of fur under his left ear. He’s wearing the cone for at least a few more days.
I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you have many happy memories of Susan.
It’s hard to do that. “Our loves are not given, but only lent/At compound interest of cent per cent,” as Kipling says. Sympathies for your loss.
Percy and I have a new neighbour, named “Trevor”. Trevor is one year old.
Trevor’s boss described Percy and Trevor together as “a before-and-after photo”. I’ll try to get a snapshot to show you some time.
That’s a very shiny dog 
When Percy and I first met Trevor he was dusty and had a splash of white paint on his snout, but his boss has since discovered the beaches near here, and Trevor is thoroughly rinsed.
Trevor was on a lead on the nature strip when Percy and I walked past this morning. Pouncy bitey wrestling games ensued.
There is, after all, only one way to know…
Who is the Good Boy?

Who is the Good Boy ?


We are (finally) getting our kitchen renovated, and the three cats are… not pleased by this turn of events. We’ve isolated them in about 1/3rd of the house (our bedroom, the guest room, the office, and the main bathroom, plus the bit of hallway that connects those all together) via application of a Very Large child gate (which, thankfully, is also narrow enough that they can’t squeeze their adorable heads through it… although they try).
Here are Bean (closer) and Koko (back) enjoying one last Window Sit before all the noise.
And here are Donut and Koko letting us know how much they disapprove, BUT AREN’T SCARED, by the big noisy noise coming from behind the Gates of Protection…
Unfair advantage! I call foul.
If there ever was a game where the Machiavellian scheming of a cat put you at an advantage then Oath is it.
I am Lord of all I survey… (how shall I torture my minions…)
My partner desperately wants to know the name of this furry lord.
Marmalade? Pekoe? Gingersnuffs? Mango? Lord Frumplechin VI? Pumpkin?
And now I want it to just be “Larry” or some other commonplace name.
Probably a bit more Larry than Gingersnuffs? : ) Both furry lords have fictional human detective namesakes, at any rate. (Mind you, if I saw a show about “DCI Mango” I would definitely watch that.)
They are, in order of photographs, Marlowe and Morse.












