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And Tabitha supervises.
Hee. As you can see, she's not just "settling in," she's taking over :)
And Tabitha supervises.
Hee. As you can see, she's not just "settling in," she's taking over :)
I was awake ridiculously early again this morning, partly because I had to get up more early than usual anyway, to meet a friend for a dog-walk, and when I have set my alarm I always wake up an hour before it. We had agreed that we would meet rain or shine, and it was raining, but not pouring when we set out. By the time we got about half way round our course, it started coming down in buckets, so we all three (my friend, Robinson and I) got very wet. Now, Robinson is tucked into his dog-bagTM, drying, and I am in dry clothes sipping coffee and toasting my bare toes by my nice fire (I LOVE my new gas fireplace!).
But it was a nice walk, and I feel all fresh and outdoorsy and virtuous, you know, how you do when you've walked in the rain long enough to get wet through to the skin. I was wearing a rain-jacket (in BC in the winter, you don't go out without one) and my Tilley hat and supposedly gortex-lined walking shoes, but the rain got into them and under my hat and down my neck, and my legs were not rain proofed anyway so got completely soaked.
It was also nice to see and catch up with that friend, whom I haven't talked to for a while, so I'm pleased about that, too.
And, lest you wondered, Tabitha stayed home, and is now smugly circling Robinson in his dog-bagTM when she isn't trying to get onto my lap under my laptop.
This cosy scene will only last as long as it takes for me to finish my coffee and for Robinson to get as dry as possible. Then I will let him out of his dog-bagTM, and I will have to go to work.
nablopomo 6
But it was a nice walk, and I feel all fresh and outdoorsy and virtuous, you know, how you do when you've walked in the rain long enough to get wet through to the skin. I was wearing a rain-jacket (in BC in the winter, you don't go out without one) and my Tilley hat and supposedly gortex-lined walking shoes, but the rain got into them and under my hat and down my neck, and my legs were not rain proofed anyway so got completely soaked.
It was also nice to see and catch up with that friend, whom I haven't talked to for a while, so I'm pleased about that, too.
And, lest you wondered, Tabitha stayed home, and is now smugly circling Robinson in his dog-bagTM when she isn't trying to get onto my lap under my laptop.
This cosy scene will only last as long as it takes for me to finish my coffee and for Robinson to get as dry as possible. Then I will let him out of his dog-bagTM, and I will have to go to work.
nablopomo 6
Robinson and Tabitha have now touched noses, and are both loose in the house. Tabitha has a baby gate across the door to "her" room, so she can run into it if necessary and also to keep nosy dogs out of her litter box. Her food's in there, too, at the moment, though I may move it onto the kitchen counter in a while, when I'm quite sure she and Robinson can be left alone together.
Robinson is lying peacefully in his bed beside mine, while I sit on my bed working. I don't know where Tabitha is - probably in a sink somewhere. She seems obsessed with taps. She has looked in the doorway a couple of times but seems unsure of passing in front of Robinson (wise kitty).
I suspect, though, that given half a chance, Ms T is going to be one of those cats that likes to taunt dogs. This morning, just after the momentous nose touching, she was lounging on the edge of the kitchen counter while Robinson stood at my feet below her. One paw waved casually down towards Robinson back... I told her sternly that she was being very unwise, and that fur batting on such short acquaintance was not quite the thing. I could tell, though, that she was thinking very seriously about jumping on him.
I suspect my household is going to become quite lively.
Robinson is lying peacefully in his bed beside mine, while I sit on my bed working. I don't know where Tabitha is - probably in a sink somewhere. She seems obsessed with taps. She has looked in the doorway a couple of times but seems unsure of passing in front of Robinson (wise kitty).
I suspect, though, that given half a chance, Ms T is going to be one of those cats that likes to taunt dogs. This morning, just after the momentous nose touching, she was lounging on the edge of the kitchen counter while Robinson stood at my feet below her. One paw waved casually down towards Robinson back... I told her sternly that she was being very unwise, and that fur batting on such short acquaintance was not quite the thing. I could tell, though, that she was thinking very seriously about jumping on him.
I suspect my household is going to become quite lively.
In which it is discovered that
- Tabitha would prefer to share my breakfast porridge while I am eating it, but is happy to lick the bowl afterwards.
- Tabitha is an expert at the one-paw-full-cartwheel, the sideways mouse toss, the reverse mouse toss, the upside-down-couch-hang, and, of course, the full hallway dash. She has also discovered the slipperiness of wood floors (good for sliding into first).
- It is very difficult to brush one's teeth when There is a Kitten in the Bathroom Sink.
I am also pleased to report that she walked by the room where Robinson was confined behind a baby-gate without turning a hair and, in fact, she and Robinson spent some minutes gazing at each other about two feet apart. I was only just able to catch her before she launched herself over the gate into Robinson's waiting paws. I think this relationship may be going to work out.
- Tabitha would prefer to share my breakfast porridge while I am eating it, but is happy to lick the bowl afterwards.
- Tabitha is an expert at the one-paw-full-cartwheel, the sideways mouse toss, the reverse mouse toss, the upside-down-couch-hang, and, of course, the full hallway dash. She has also discovered the slipperiness of wood floors (good for sliding into first).
- It is very difficult to brush one's teeth when There is a Kitten in the Bathroom Sink.
I am also pleased to report that she walked by the room where Robinson was confined behind a baby-gate without turning a hair and, in fact, she and Robinson spent some minutes gazing at each other about two feet apart. I was only just able to catch her before she launched herself over the gate into Robinson's waiting paws. I think this relationship may be going to work out.