She says,
This afternoon I followed Stanley with a camera. I wanted to capture how he’s successfully frilled his red collar.
It’s difficult to photograph Stanley.
At the first sign of attention, he responds:
‘You’ve got a shiny box at your face, let me say hello to it! Purr Purr, smoodge smoodge! I’m Stanley, you’ve probably heard of me! I’m very cute. I like to meet things, even boxes!’
The sun was too bright, the wind was getting strong I was tired of crawling around the cold and arid winter garden stalking an extrovert cat and so I came inside, leaving my hat on.
I was hungry but I checked the computer for emails before I went to the back of the flat to catch up with some housework. Pleasant to just let my brain idle for awhile. I thought of the blog, ran through thoughts of what I could write next in general, checked my worries. (They were still crowding for attention just under the surface!)
A couple of times I noticed a tiny bit of a twig on my narrow brimmed hat. I wasn’t going out, no need to be spruce and tidy in garden and housework mode. I left my hat on because my head was cold and I ignored the twig.
Then I did some cleaning, after which I reheated the rest of chicken with mustard sauce dish from last night for my lunch. It was still yum.
Then I returned to the computer. I did a Digg, but sitting still, I suddenly noticed that the twiggy thing was moving just immediately in front of my right eye.
There was a sudden visceral terror.
I took my hat off VERY carefully, nearly jumping out of skin when a leaf fell off.
That scared me witless and I’m glad I hadn’t carelessly brushed the ‘twig’ away.
It was a white tailed spider. One of the little blighters bit me on the arm last year and there’s still an angry red mark. To have a bite on the face, the eye, was too horrible to contemplate.
The hat was taken to the verandah! Pronto. I don’t kill that sort of wildlife, I don’t want hostility like that.
Stan's Pome
Bikkies late agen today after we wake
Bikkies not in heap. Bikkies spread. Big plate.
I like breakfast I smoodge I kiss leg
I eat faster if a heap.
Outside, I walk. I watch. I snooze.
Wind ruffles fur.
No smell can come in wind.
Sun bright.
Door closed. Watch door.
Fat? What is fat?
People no stop for talk today.
People hurry where wind.
Then She with shiny box comes to me.
Box hides face. I walk to it. She walk back.
She creep. I watch.
Grace come, see shiny box. Curious.
We wander, She follow.
Talk, we purr.
Inside She go alone. Scream, cry out loud
We fluff up. Scare.
She runs out.
Thing from her head on verandah now. Fur down.
We look and see, no food in thing from head….
She says
This afternoon I followed Stanley with a camera. I wanted to capture how he’s successfully frilled his red collar.
It’s difficult to photograph Stanley.
At the first sign of attention, he responds:
‘You’ve got a shiny box at your face, let me say hello to it! Purr Purr, smoodge smoodge! I’m Stanley, you’ve probably heard of me! I’m very cute. I like to meet things, even boxes!’
The sun was too bright, the wind was getting strong I was tired of crawling around the cold and arid winter garden stalking an extrovert cat and so I came inside, leaving my hat on.
I was hungry but I checked the computer for emails before I went to the back of the flat to catch up with some housework. Pleasant to just let my brain idle for awhile. I thought of the blog, ran through thoughts of what I could write next in general, checked my worries. (They were still crowding for attention just under the surface!)
A couple of times I noticed a tiny bit of a twig on my narrow brimmed hat. I wasn’t going out, no need to be spruce and tidy in garden and housework mode. I left my hat on because my head was cold and I ignored the twig.
Then I did some cleaning, after which I reheated the rest of chicken with mustard sauce dish from last night for my lunch. It was still yum.
Then I returned to the computer. I did a Digg, but sitting still, I suddenly noticed that the twiggy thing was moving just immediately in front of my right eye.
There was a sudden visceral terror.
I took my hat off VERY carefully, nearly jumping out of skin when a leaf fell off.
That scared me witless and I’m glad I hadn’t carelessly brushed the ‘twig’ away.
It was a white tailed spider. One of the little blighters bit me on the arm last year and there’s still an angry red mark. To have a bite on the face, the eye, was too horrible to contemplate.
The hat was taken to the verandah! Pronto. I don’t kill that sort of wildlife, I don’t want hostility like that.
Stan's Pome
Bikkies late agen today after we wake
Bikkies not in heap. Bikkies spread. Big plate.
I like breakfast I smoodge I kiss leg
I eat faster if a heap.
Outside, I walk. I watch. I snooze.
Wind ruffles fur.
No smell can come in wind.
Sun bright.
Door closed. Watch door.
Fat? What is fat?
People no stop for talk today.
People hurry where wind.
Then She with shiny box comes to me.
Box hides face. I walk to it. She walk back.
She creep. I watch.
Grace come, see shiny box. Curious.
We wander, She follow.
Talk, we purr.
Inside She go alone. Scream, cry out loud
We fluff up. Scare.
She runs out.
Thing from her head on verandah now. Fur down.
We look and see, no food in thing from head….
She says
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