Visiting us from London where she'd been spending most of her UK visit, my Mom spent a challenging few weeks trying to get some sleep as our cat and her new, only, kitten yowled and capered around the house at all hours. To give her a break, I drove her around the Somerset area on occasion, where we visited Bath and the Chew Valley Lakes.
Lovely area quite close to us with a couple of lakes and reservoirs to wander a round. Lots of open country with plenty of new stuff to enjoy, especially if one's used to the drought-stricken Eastern Cape province of SA. Where she's since returned.
Right, this is our kitten. L. called her Jemima because of Beatrix Potter, really. If it's cute, furry and vaguely animal-like, then it's probably going to be given a name of that sort in her books. For these obvious reasons, we call the kitten 'Puddleduck'.
She's one of these kittens that seems to have an invisible clockwork spring inside her. Bounces everywhere, climbs everything and investigates anything new. Or old. We're thinking of entering her pic onto the website of kittenwars.com. If you like kittens and pride yourself on your strong, unemotional qualities, then I challenge you to visit the site. I showed it to a kitten-mad presenter at our station and she collapsed in a blubbering heap as her cuteness-sensors went into overload. Poor dear...
|'There were 2 on the bed and the little one said...'
It's either because Laetitia's completely insanely nuts over the kitten, or else it's down to the little bit of prime tuna essence she rubbed on her own nose to get the kitten all loved-up for the camera.
It's something I'm still wondering about...
One night, we found this brown tabby sitting outside with Jemima's mother Purrnickety. She usually sees off any male cats with a maelstrom of clawed spit (perhaps that should be a 'FEMALEstrom) but not this guy. He seemed to be very well tolerated so we put one and one together. There was also the little giveaway fact that his markings are the same as the kitten's. No more 'Who's your Daddy?' anymore. We'll call him 'JD' from now on. You work it out...
|THEKLA & VELOFAX (or DJ on the Deck 1)
Not words that'll be immediately familiar to most people, so I'll explain. The Thekla is the club-on-a-ship that my brother Darrell and I are sitting on. We were aboard for a beer and a live gig by Velofax, the band on Darrell's new record label. He'd come down for the afternoon to join them for their first date on a tour. Very good gig and headliners Datarock were value too, right down to their Dirty Dancing sign-off.
I've decided to get something a tad zippier than my current car so am organising an Alfa GTV which should be in my parking space very soon. I was going to get a soft-top version but don't have a garage so THAT plan has to be shelved. No complaints, though.
|DJ on the Deck 2
With good weather apparently on its way (well, I say 'good'. I really just mean 'UK summer'), we've had our back yard sorted and have removed the flowerbeds and the shed. In their place, a nice new deck for some decent BBQ action.
All together now 'Here comes the sun...'
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