The kittens are coming!

Thanks for the compliment to Miranda, margo.

Deb, you can ignore my question. I think I figured out what you're talking about.

Cats in hats?!!!?!??!?? NEVER!!!!!!!

Actually, I do, indeed, love mosaics. I gave been. To a mosaics class and made a great mirror frame.

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Worked extremely well for Dr. Seuss

That's different. Don't ask me why, but it is.

Oooh, neat post. I can just picture Viola face snuggling in the middle of the night. Of course, you can't take her photo at that time, or you'd be some kind of genius.

Propitiation of providential wrath seems a good idea. Cat probiotics - interesting.

And, that festival has at the least a lovely name.

I remember about you and mosaics.

Or at least pick up some money as a busker!

I take a very dim view of performance art....I shall not be adding to the ranks of its practitioners.

Oh, great. Peacefully reading and suddenly there is a huge crash. I no longer have a bedside light (the ONLY light in my bedroom), a special mug, a glass and peace and quiet.

Why? "But there was a MOTH!" said the cats.

Oh, mighty bloody hunters that they are, the moth no longer has a life...indeed, it is being digested by the lucky winner, Sebastian, as I type.

I guess that puts my losses into perspective, eh?

It was an extremely SMALL moth, may I add.

So cats are being cats, and you're complaining.

I'm sympathetic about the lamp. Phooey on that. Collateral damage. I'm also sympathetic about the shock. Quietly reading and then crash.

Just thinking about hoew dogs and cats react to making a mess. Dogs look sheepish. Cats don't look anything. They're not hanging around over something unimportant.

They were horrified. We might have been HURT they said.

They appeared to think the mess was amazing.

It's just plain wrong. The little bastards love the bathroom window. They use the toilet cistern as a means of getting up there. Except when I am there. Then they wanted to use my shoulders or back....often jumping up from the floor, with predictable results. Now they just use my HEAD! That's just wrong on so many levels.

but I had revenge! I cranked up the old iPad and opened their spider game. It drives Sebastian crazy because he keeps catching it, but for some bizarre reason he cannot then EAT it. He's currently staking out the, now darkened, iPad, waiting for the little bugger to reappear. Viola is more philosophical...she appears to be able to deal with the vagaries of hunting virtual prey...

Those woollies obviously see you in two ways. Their loving mudder. And a transit device. Poor Deb.

Laughing evilly at the thought of Sebastian not being able to eat the spider. Tough noogies, woolly. Stop stepping on Deb's head.

Sebastian is getting above himself again...he's taking his frustrations out in harassing Viola. Mind you, sometimes she harasses him and she can give a lot back...but it worries me to see him pushing her when she has clearly signalled that she's had enough. He's a galoot.

I am OVER the transit device thing!

They were cute when I was planting the pear....they were talking to me through the window and scrabbling against the glass.

Sebastian is a woolly bully.

He IS!

Sebastian just knocked my iPhone off my bedside table deliberately!

I wonder if there's a boot camp program for bad cats?

Door.

Close the bathroom door.

With the cats on the outside.

I think you're going to go to boot camp for cat owners.

Those little buggers seem to be getting more badly behaved all the time.