Photos of our pets

I am a scientist. I don’t believe in things that can’t be measured or sensed. I do not, as a matter of course, believe in things like Heaven or Hell.

All the same, when my first cat, Milly, passed away, somebody very kind told me that she was now “in the giant tuna fields in the sky.” Since then two of her sisters have joined her.

Sometimes when I’m sadder than usual, I close my eyes and picture Milly contentedly napping on an enormous tuna as it sails through the stars. Nearby are Bean and Donut, on their own tunas most of the time, but occasionally they will snuggle together, or go their own way when they need some space to stretch.

Is Percy romping in a field of… ox bones? Or perhaps hard cheese? Chasing a rabbit that is delicious when caught, but then regenerates and springs away? Is there a warm fireplace, or a window that shows an endless parade of people, and animals, and everyone who stops tells Percy what a good boy he is? Or is it endless kilometers of pristine beach, dotted with birds that are happy to be chased, full of sticks and tennis balls?

I am sorry for your loss.

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As the weather turns cold, I turn on the heater in the basement. Thanks to decades of anime watching, I know the proper way to use a heater is under a table that is then covered with a blanket/table cloth.

Koko knows this too. She sits on a chair tucked under the table. Warmest place in the house.

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Madeline Kahn would like to suggest that it’s getting a bit too cold to keep the window open, thank you.

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Meanwhile, across the globe, it’s finally time for warm weather and sun-lit ears!

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Delphine is even allowing Chloe to share a bed without bopping now that an evening has been cool

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I was looking at old email and found this photo from ~15 years ago:

That’s Walter in the basket, probably ~2 years old, and Lizzy features in meta-photo form in the background. He outgrew (physically) the baskets eventually, but for a time they were one of his favourite places to curl up!

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It’s grim up north

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Gwen met a funny looking dog this morning.

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I dropped a thing in the dining room, and of course it rolled under the radiator. It’s got a wooden radiator cover on it, which weighs about 100 lbs, which limits access under it, and is seldom removed. There were some cat toys underneath it.


There was also about five cats worth of fur fluff…

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Your job at this point, as a Barely Adequate Monkey, is to knit some more cats.

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I may have to be demoted to Inadequate Monkey, given my complete inability to knit, unwillingness to learn, and having vacuumed up the fluff.

(I’d totally check out a band named Inadequate Monkey. Or would have, when I did such things.)

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The Inadequate Monkees sounds like a candidly lacklustre tribute act, OTOH.

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We’re Inadequate Monkees.
We always bring the audience down,
Because our performance is lousy.
We can’t match the original’s sound.

EDIT: Alternate verse

We’re Inadequate Monkees,
We always have to travel around.
After every performance,
They run us right out of town.

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This is Poppy.

Poppy is sad because no-one is giving her food right now.

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Tell Poppy that I know how she feels.

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She’s glad that someone understands her :grinning_face:

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Helping.

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While a little bored on New Year’s Day, I made these to take the mickey out of our fortnightly Facebook update videos, featuring my partner’s cats Tabitha and Billy Gibbons. AI image here, and link to the Facebook video I made for them.

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1066130938962197/

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We have a new furrwall for our wifi router:

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