Yeah, probably. It's only a 20 minute cycle on the electirc bike, and mostly cycle paths, so I should be OK. I'm just. Urgh. And then socialising. Blargh. Hah.
I had big plans for when I got home from work. Vacuuming, emptying the bin, hanging up the laundry, cleaning the bathroom. Not what happened.
You got any plans? How's the film?
“Our defeats are softened and our victories are sweetened because we did it together.” - Toby Ziegler.
I was about to declare my undying love for Alec the Cat until I saw Charly the Puppy... and then in a cuteness-induced craze managed to somehow close my entire browser.
Was that the one where they tracked different cats and you could see the routes they all took on a map and how far they actually travelled? Some of them went miles! Might have been a different programme...
I'm not sure if that was the same one of not, I remember that though. I think there have probably been a few similar programmes. How well travelled do you think your cat is?
I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much.
Don't try to calm the storm, calm yourself, the storm will pass.
The one I'm thinking of was probably on about 10 years ago!
I don't think he's that well travelled. I know some of the places he gets to because people tell me sometimes if they've seen him... but it's usually not that far from home. I have acres of parkland on my doorstep so he probably goes much further than I dare think!
We had cats where we used to live.
But they were outdoor cats and lived in the barn.
No idea what they got up to apart from finding various varieties of small creature disembowled under the horse rugs...
They were sweeties though
I'm fine! Totally fine. I don't know why it's coming out all loud and squeaky, 'cause really, I'm fine!
I often find various varieties of small disemboweled creatures in my house!
And no I don't think he goes to anyone else's houses. He's a bit too skittish. But one of my other cats used to. When I spoke to the lady who livd there she said she didn't know his name so called him Silver Balls! Not in a rude way but more in a David Beckham Golden Balls way because he was such a pretty cat.
My nanny on my dad's side took in a cat unintentionally. So the cat kind of adopted my nanny!
He is imaginatively named 'BC' which is short for Black Cat
I'm fine! Totally fine. I don't know why it's coming out all loud and squeaky, 'cause really, I'm fine!
