While BeAnne spends all her time with me, a certain weird cat is in the house being busy.
Monster regularly plots world domination.
I think it is safe to say he has taken over us at the very least – this is OH’s sofa spot.
Just not anymore.
Monster has many names and answers to none.
Perhaps not the most elegant, though.
Monster manages to make himself known and reminds me far too much of the cartoon Simon’s Cat. It is scarily accurate. OH looks just like Simon and the cat is no one other. It’s like someone is watching our house and knows us very well.
Daisy took this film. I think it is wonderful.
A quick Brá pdate: She is doing ok. No sign of toxic shock or infection. We have buried the foal now and made sure she didn’t know and, more importantly, couldn’t smell it. It was not a happy job but it is done and we move forwards. Brá is subdued and we had a chat while I gave her a huge bucket of diverting food. She understands what has happened and if anyone thinks animals don’t grieve, please think again. You are very wrong.