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dark and stormy morning
Friday, 11 August 2006 10:47 amMy, but Cape Town is getting its dander up this morning! Bucketing rain, gusting wind, cats plastered affectionately to heaters... except Golux, who is at the vet's having the third in her series of nose-freezing sessions. She's getting wise to this: when I didn't immediately feed the cats this morning (she's not allowed breakfast because of the sedatives), she came all over suspicious and we had to chase her down and corner her to get her into the basket. For a slow, dim, thoughtful little kitty she's amazingly cunning at times.
I am not currently enamoured of my kitties, so much. The other day I wandered vaguely into the kitchen in search of tea, only to find a Cape robin sitting on the kitchen counter.
(Rather exquisite photo by Paul Bright, off TrekNature.
It looked at me, flipped its tailfeathers a few times in that slightly rude robinnish fashion, and flew calmly out of the open door. I was somewhat enchanted. Apparently they have a tendency to get quite tame, as a species. Who knew.
But yesterday I went into the dining room to find a small robin corpse under the table. All incriminating teethmarks, traces of hair and pawprints had been carefully removed from the crime scene, but I have my suspicions. Am cross.
Despite a mad social whirl again (family stuff, plus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
d_hofryn's birthday and a jo&stv supper last night), I am stuck into the Absolutely The Last, Final, Ultimate Encyclopedia Entry, and apart from tearing my hair gently at the thought of summarizing the significance of film for fairy tale in 5000 words, am Full Speed Ahead. Go me.
I am not currently enamoured of my kitties, so much. The other day I wandered vaguely into the kitchen in search of tea, only to find a Cape robin sitting on the kitchen counter.
(Rather exquisite photo by Paul Bright, off TrekNature.
It looked at me, flipped its tailfeathers a few times in that slightly rude robinnish fashion, and flew calmly out of the open door. I was somewhat enchanted. Apparently they have a tendency to get quite tame, as a species. Who knew.
But yesterday I went into the dining room to find a small robin corpse under the table. All incriminating teethmarks, traces of hair and pawprints had been carefully removed from the crime scene, but I have my suspicions. Am cross.
Despite a mad social whirl again (family stuff, plus
d_hofryn's birthday and a jo&stv supper last night), I am stuck into the Absolutely The Last, Final, Ultimate Encyclopedia Entry, and apart from tearing my hair gently at the thought of summarizing the significance of film for fairy tale in 5000 words, am Full Speed Ahead. Go me.
