Catnip bananas
Received a note from Rufus explaining that he and his sister are not Highland Terriers but Border Terriers. I always thought there was more going on inside that dog's head than he let on.
A busy day with Lorraine. Off to Top Cats this morning with Brian and the bulky Basil squeezed into the carrier. It is relaxing going to Top Cats, drenched as it is in plug-in cat pheromones. You can browse in Cats magazine, and chat about the ways of one's naughty torties with the nurse receptionist. Calliope, apparently, has a genetic reason for her willful behaviour.
Lorraine brought two cloth bananas stuffed with dried catnip. She threw it to Brian who indeed went bananas writhing about, kicking and biting.
Then to Hove Town Hall, where I got some visitor's parking tickets. My Twitten did not appear on their lists, as it doesn't have a road on it, so I had to point out exactly where it was. Unlike Top Cats, I was not among my tribe - all these people could drive, and the pleasant lady made me have discussions about species of parking bays.
Lorraine led me, visibly upset, off to a nearby Gallery Cafe where we broke our fast at noon rather pleasantly. Back to Lorraine's to discuss things with her new buyer, and Sam appeared. He is looking good and sounding positive, focused and very sure of his own opinions. Really good to see. He was talking about trying for Oxford, and is doing lots of debating.
We popped into the Booth Museum. Its collection is largely an obsessive collection of Victorian stuffed birds, and other curios. Marvelled again at the displays of moths and butterflies. It has two stuffed bears just by the entrance, which Beth as a child was too scared to get into.
Calliope driven to orgies of violence and delight with her catnip banana, springing about on her hind legs with it in her front paws. A sight, as Lorraine observed, that was worth £4 of anyone's money.
In the evening out with Dawn for a cheeky drink in the Batty. She's a lovely woman, Lorraine and her are quite similar in some ways, which is probably why they're such good friends. Dawn had just graduated her MA the day before, and was feeling justly proud of herself.
Below a butterfly display, and a jar of snakes.
Received a note from Rufus explaining that he and his sister are not Highland Terriers but Border Terriers. I always thought there was more going on inside that dog's head than he let on.
A busy day with Lorraine. Off to Top Cats this morning with Brian and the bulky Basil squeezed into the carrier. It is relaxing going to Top Cats, drenched as it is in plug-in cat pheromones. You can browse in Cats magazine, and chat about the ways of one's naughty torties with the nurse receptionist. Calliope, apparently, has a genetic reason for her willful behaviour.
Lorraine brought two cloth bananas stuffed with dried catnip. She threw it to Brian who indeed went bananas writhing about, kicking and biting.
Then to Hove Town Hall, where I got some visitor's parking tickets. My Twitten did not appear on their lists, as it doesn't have a road on it, so I had to point out exactly where it was. Unlike Top Cats, I was not among my tribe - all these people could drive, and the pleasant lady made me have discussions about species of parking bays.
Lorraine led me, visibly upset, off to a nearby Gallery Cafe where we broke our fast at noon rather pleasantly. Back to Lorraine's to discuss things with her new buyer, and Sam appeared. He is looking good and sounding positive, focused and very sure of his own opinions. Really good to see. He was talking about trying for Oxford, and is doing lots of debating.
We popped into the Booth Museum. Its collection is largely an obsessive collection of Victorian stuffed birds, and other curios. Marvelled again at the displays of moths and butterflies. It has two stuffed bears just by the entrance, which Beth as a child was too scared to get into.
Calliope driven to orgies of violence and delight with her catnip banana, springing about on her hind legs with it in her front paws. A sight, as Lorraine observed, that was worth £4 of anyone's money.
In the evening out with Dawn for a cheeky drink in the Batty. She's a lovely woman, Lorraine and her are quite similar in some ways, which is probably why they're such good friends. Dawn had just graduated her MA the day before, and was feeling justly proud of herself.
Below a butterfly display, and a jar of snakes.
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