Sunday's new name is Harlequin.-************* and, as you can see, she's already working on her keyboard skills. She panicked the heck out of me by pissing nowhere visible for about 24 hours, but that's sorted now, so hurray. Teasel's stalking around with a mortally wounded air but I sang him a song this morning and now he's back to purring, so hopefully a few day's peace will restore him to his usual playful self. Yesterday I was seized by the what-if-she-dies, but this is something I'll have to deal with. Although I grew up around a lot of animals, I've never owned a pet. Harlequin is my first. I react to them more as a farmer; instantly I enter the stockman's struggle against sickness and death. She's helping me get over this by falling off everything in the room at the moment. Good Harlequin. Keep it up.
|harlequin and lizard
Me? Savaging it? Never!
|kitten of DEATH!
Harlequin discovers the play value of the disco rave skull mask.