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I smell therefore I eat it.

No, please don’t, look before we eat Bonnie.

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Gandog.

She wears it well.

I suppose Evie is right. Technically it is on her body, therefore she is wearing her coat.

I am not happy.

Autumn.

Yeah it’s autumn. I give up. Heater’s on chasing all chills out of my studio. Dog is in heaven. Don’t like Autumn much, back to school misery and school runs turn me into a right grumpy cow.
But for now, Northern Soul is blasting, sketchbook is open, tea is steaming and my head is elsewhere.

Toys.

Our new puss has quite a penchant for little toys. She has already amassed an impressive collection of little fabric mice, stars and patchwork, catnip hearts.

They are stored in a little plastic tub every night and every night, when everyone is asleep, Renee starts her fun.

One by one, each little toy is carefully removed and starts it’s journey through the kitchen, into the lounge and up the stairs…so that in the morning we are greeted by a scattering of little soggy presents on the landing.

Even Bonnie is not forgotten, she normally gets a nice feather in her water bowl

And so, every morning, I bring down the little collection back to its box so Renee can do it all again.

Golden.

First summer in decades. Yellow grass, blue skies and screaming swifts in the sky. It’s utterly wonderful. Feel like an ice cube thawing out.

Weird.

Feather mangler.

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Runs with the kitties.

Lovely to see Gruff with his newest playmate outside together chasing grass blades and toy mice.

To think she was unwanted when you see her play with such joy.

Two gentle friends enjoying just being free.

Out the back.

Normal service has been resumed.
cat outback

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