This Week
Willow has been diagnosed with Feline Hyperesthesia. Which is a fancy way of saying she has a highly sensitive tail, which drives her to distraction. She has almost bitten the end off. The vet feels it may have been injured in her accident, and suggested mild sedatives if she persists in attacking it. I suggested a tranquiliser dart gun. I think it would make a great Christmas present.
The Baron has relinquished the conservatory at last. Leaving behind a totally ruined pine dining table.
He also relinquished his hair again, to reclaim his status as Slap Head.
The Boy phoned up to sing the Twelve Days of Christmas to me. It probably would have been better if he knew some of the words. It also would have helped if he could actually say "partridge". He prefers the little known version of the pear in the pear tree. He hung up when he had a giggling fit.
The Baron did some remodelling of the pond. We may be the only people in the world with a homemade Darth Vader water feature.
posted by DMouse007 @ 12/17/2004 09:04:00 PM
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