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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
harlequin and lizard
Me? Savaging it? Never!
kitten of DEATH!
kitten of DEATH!
Harlequin discovers the play value of the disco rave skull mask.


24th Aug, 2009 11:53 (UTC)
Nnnnaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Kitten.

I swear domestic cats have developed a new evolutionary strategy. Survival of the cutest!*

*the cuter we are the more likely we are to be fed/fussed/looked after.
24th Aug, 2009 15:53 (UTC)
No doubt. This one's high up the scale on evolution of the cutest!