She's on heat. So she just lies there on the floor all morning with those big sad eyes gazing at the door, giving me a bad conscience. There's clearly only one thought on her mind: walkies.
Yes, today, we are dog-sitting Nikki, Gitte's pooch, for the day.
Can't really decide whether I'm more a mogger or a dogger. It's certainly fun to go for walkies with a creature who gets so much pleasure out of using their nose.
One thing this week has taught me: don't mess with the Cat People. That stupid woman in Coventry now has a catwa on her head. Hard-core Miaowists make Al Quaeda seem positively laid back.
John, maybe, just maybe someone in cyberspace will have the misfortune to happen on this posting and read those catastrophically paw puns.
SvaraRadera