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Pol came back at about elevenish and went straight to bed without saying goodnight. Random lent me her phone charger. I asked if she had a nice dinner. She said in the end she hadn't eaten anything because she'd had toast while she was waiting for Pol to bring me back.

I made Pol a coffee in the morning, but he was having a fasting blood sugar, so it was wasted. Still, he sat and chatted with me a while, mostly about the Steam games he bought me. I am trying to download them while I am here, but the emails went missing and without the emails Steam isn't forthcoming on past gifts.

Spice and Hatter were bouncing on me all night long, so I didn't sleep very well. I have fed them and emptied the cat tray. I am also cleaning up the conservatory, which is full of rubbish from where the rats all used to be, and gathering my art stuff so I can do art. I've just stopped for a meal break. It's Tescos Value Cottage Pie - I feel quite brave for eating it.

Pol said he wouldn't be back tonight as he's out to a prearranged social event. I wish I was going - it would be nice to see people while I am here and I've switched to a later sleeping pattern to fit in with Pol and Random, so being up late isn't a problem. Still, there's Mary and Tim's wedding on Saturday! After which I am going straight home, which apparently spoils Random's trip to Coventry, as I was expected to look after the cats. They thought I was leaving on Sunday, but I decided to go straight home rather than get a train on Sunday for a journey I already don't like very much. Random has really had a lot of inconvenience from me this trip up, though she's being nice about it. Pol won't be able to look after the cats, because he's off to a different wedding with Kira. He leaves Friday evening, so I think from what he's said that tomorrow morning is the only time I will see him, before he goes to work and then to pick up Kira, and then to the wedding.

It's bright and sunny out today. The fruit trees look good where Pol planted them.

Anyway, I'd better go and eat, and then actually do something instead of moping around online.


Feb. 20th, 2013 10:23 pm
supermouse: Simple blue linedrawing of a stylised superhero mouse facing left (Default) the cuddliest, glompiest cat in the world. Hatter is adorable. I was worried Spice had forgotten me, but she crawled up for her usual night time cuddle and stopped me doing anything else for a while. :0) Hatter's been making me play with him.

Pol and Random and Kira have gone out to dinner without me. I arranged a Tescos delivery for 9-10pm, thinking that would be plenty of time for me to get to Wigan, but it wasn't, so they had to wait in for my food. Then Pol persuaded me to let him pick me up instead of getting a taxi, and so they had to wait for that too. But they've all gone out to dinner now, an hour later than planned. I was asked not to go along, and that in fact the plan had been for me to arrive to an empty house, except I ruined that with bad planning. I'm a bit confused about why this plan, but hopefully everybody is happy now and being fed. I've got a glass of milk and am curled up with the cats.
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Spice is doing very well although she's now over 4kg so I have to watch what she eats. She is totally all about food as soon as any is around, but I want her to stay her current side of obese. Hatter won't stay still long enough to get a photo.

I have a new camera, that Pol got me for my birthday. It's an Olympus SZ-14 in red (just like the one linked). It's easy enough to use that I've managed, for the first time ever, to get photographs from the computer to the interwebs without help.

It does help that Imgur is very simple to use too.

So, I can finally, *finally* start actually sharing images of the world around me.
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Had a nice dinner with Pol's family.

I've also been in the garden, where I found all my dill has been killed. If I want dill, I have to start again from scratch. I probably will do just that, and let it get large before I plant it out. This dill had been out for weeks and been fine, so I am sad.

I have a few live turnips outside, (Arcoat, which grow to the size of a golf ball) until they get chomped. In the greenhouse, I have sixteen I've transplanted to get nice and big. The rest can stay in modules for a while longer, since they have room. Seed compost is low in nutrients, so they should be retarded compared to the moved on ones (which are the biggest anyway), so I'll move them on for an ad hoc succession planting. I wasn't expecting so many to germinate and do so well so soon.

I now have two nasturtium plants, one well-chewed and one okay. And I have to stop typing because Spice has missed me and keeps wanting a cuddle. She can be very heavy and demanding when she wants to be.
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So, the frost did *not* kill the tomatoes (!) but it did kill very nearly all the morning glories. However, since they take a massive two weeks to get from sown to ready-to-plant, I'll just do those once the last danger of frost is gone.

I have planted out all but five of the sugar snap peas. I only have three mange tout, but tons and tons of sugar snap - thirty plants I think. Heaven only knows what happened there. I do know some of the asparagus peas turned into sugar snaps, despite the seeds being totally and utterly different in appearance and size.

Spice is having a mad episode just now. I've played with her, but mostly she wants to run madly about the house, making tribble noises and with her fur all on end. I've learned that her fur being all on end often means excitement rather than terror - her whiskers are forward and she's easy to approach. Just... brushy. There are lots of insects around, so she's been kept happy and occupied. She hates the rain, but will come out into it anyway if I am there. Hatter doesn't care, as long as he can come back to me later and warm and dry his feet on my neck.

There are now twice as many turnip plants as there were - there are now two. I planted out some comfrey and managed to drive a thorn deep into my thumb. I got the splinter out eventually and it bled freely, so it should be okay.

I've run out of compost, again.
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The reason I so often garden in my pyjamas is that before or after breakfast, but before dressing, I'll put my wellies on and stump out to the greenhouse to check and water my plants, and then around the garden to see how everything is doing. I then will see something that needs doing, forget I am not dressed yet and suddenly I've spent hours planting out or whatever. Cotton pyjamas wash well, which is just as well really.

The weather has turned cooler and greyer, although rain isn't expected until Monday night. I'll be quite glad of it. Meanwhile, I've had the fun of expanding coir compost in 60 litre buckets, then the fun of draining it after I realised I put in too much water. I think my '60 litres when expanded' is closer to 50, to be honest. The process of stirring it involved getting into the tub and treading the compost like grapes. That was when I discovered a small hole in my super duper wellies. Does anyone know how to fix wellies? I don't want new ones, as these are the nicest wellies I've ever had since I was about three and had a bright red pair with daisies around the top.

I planted out dill and some sacrificial tomatoes which are surplus to requirements and got in my way. The tomatoes are Roma VF plum tomatoes. They're hardy little seedlings, but even so I think I've signed their death warrant, with no hardening off or anything. If they make it, I'll merely put the rest of the tomatoes somewhere else. They're in a pile on the soil, of living alehoof, followed by dead rhubarb leaves (well chewed by now), followed by blood, bone and fish, followed by coir compost which tomatoes supposedly like. I need to shove some lime in there (easy to do when it's a heap), and they won't get any nitrogen at all beyond the initial dose. What they will get is a companion group of comfrey plants I can cut down and let rot into their heap from time to time. If I *really* need to, I'll give them comfrey tea, but I'm reluctant to use liquid feed. The tomato heap is next to some planted-out dill which should live.

From the same tray as the dill and tomatoes, I've planted out five sweet marjoram seedlings of six sown modules and one lavender seedling, again of six sown modules (I overwatered them, poor things.) They're in a seed tray heaped up well with compost, and will be planted out as an entire unit. I'll sow new lavender in the same tray, for a lovely fragrant double row of herbs. I think the lavender will do a lot better in the bigger tray because it's a lot less drown-and-drought than the little modules. I love that I am learning what works, and what doesn't, and still ending up with plants. Plus, seeds are cheap.

I have a container ready for when the black cherry tomatoes come up. I have more pea seedlings, still, than I can face planting out in a day. Hopefully, I can put out more tomorrow, in their own little piles of compost. I'll put the compost out in the morning and put the peas in it in the evening, to make sure the compost has had a chance to drain further. Every edible pea I've planted out so far is alive and well. The sweet peas are more finicky and apparently tastier, but by letting some grow taller and then hiding them under bottles, I've managed to keep a dozen or so plants alive. I'll supplement them later in the year with outdoor-sown seed.

Dill has also been placed to one side of the brassica/allium bed, on the opposite side to where the carrots will go. Everything else on the bed supposedly really benefits carrots, and dill really benefits the everything else, so I'll just let the everything else play chaperone. I also planted out some spring onions, as my spring onion trough (with eighteen healthy plants in it) is full. I also planted out some spring onion ends that I soaked in water overnight. Apparently, you can get three spring onions from each one you buy if you only save the root end. Let's see if it works in practice. It also works for celery ends, apparently, except those you bury straight into the soil an inch deep.

My nasturtiums are just at the stage of splitting and putting out the first bit of root, as I found out when I turned one up. By this time next week, I should have little baby nasturtiums everywhere. The eventual plan is that every bit of ground not growing something else I want will be covered with nasturtium. All I have to do for the nasturtiums is put them in a crappy bit of soil and leave them well alone.

My catnip is doing very well and every plant now has new proper leaves. In COMPLETELY UNRELATED news, both cats have suddenly become very interested in joining me in the greenhouse and I keep having to chase them out. I'll pot them on and let them get good and big before I throw them out to the mercy of every neighbourhood cat. The plan is to place them strategically to keep the birds away from my tomatoes. They'll go on their own in a bit of 'waste' earth next to the greenhouse where it won't hurt anything to have cats rolling on it. I also have to look up what it was they were meant to be a companion for in the west-facing bed, and where they can go to do that and not cause cats to crush my other vegetables.
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It did rain during the night, so I haven't suddenly moved to the continent. Spice, the autumnal-coloured rescue cat, has hurt her leg, having been bitten by probably another cat. She's on antibiotics. It remains to be seen how easy it is to put pills down her throat. Hatter's a champion - if you can get them onto the back of his tongue, you're done. Just as well, really.

I'm eating a really, really nice burger from the local coffee shop, after some gardening. I've put wood ash on the brassica bed, to ward off club root, and nematodes *everywhere* to kill slugs (they can come back in the summer, but right now I have too many tender delicious things sprouting). I've also sown some leaf beet, also known as perpetual spinach. I'll sow lots of other things later, when I have more energy and less hunger. The 120 litres of compost I had the day before yesterday is already down to about 40 litres. Most seeds get dumped on top of a few handfuls of compost to make an improvised miniature 'bed' on top of the real bed.

If you cut dandelions off at soil level and spread the leaves out to die on the soil, slugs will apparently go for the wilting leaves first in preference to your living plants. They also dump a lot of nutrients into your soil from right down where the tap root goes to, making them available to shallow-rooted plants. Suddenly, these pernicious and ever-spreading weeds have become green mulches and quite valuable. I'm glad, as they're a massive pain to try to get rid of. Now I can just cut them off with scissors and make sure they don't overgrow the cultivated stuff. (You can eat the leaves too, but personally I think they taste foul).

It remains to be seen whether, after all the companion planting and green mulches and 'working with nature', I actually end up with any vegetables outside at all.
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I've got a morning routine in place again. On bad days, I get as much done as I can, and on good days I do all of it. The first thing is putting yesterday's clean pots away, the next thing *currently* is putting yesterday's dirty pots into soak in hot soapy water, as our dishwasher is broken. Then I wipe the kitchen sides and unlock the back door. I empty any bins that need emptying, and sort out the cat tray. I check my seeds in the greenhouse. After that, I feed the birds, then the cats - so the birds get a time to eat while the cats are preoccupied. Meanwhile, I finish the pots, then get myself breakfast. I'll usually then remember to water the plants in the conservatory, although I should be doing those at the same time as I'm checking my other plants.

Today, I also posted a letter to my sibling and nibling, and a parcel to a friend. I love having the post office in easy walking distance, without any busy roads to cross. I can't even see very well today, and I didn't notice until I had to put the parcel on the scales and couldn't at all see where they were until they'd been pointed at. What also makes a nice change from Horwich, is that the children round here don't just randomly spout verbal abuse at adults in passing. It's like a huge weight lifted to have that constant, casual abuse gone.

If I'm going to keep being outside in cold weather, perhaps I should get my head shaved again. It's a real nuisance to get it washed, and I can't get to a hairdresser to get it styled, which it now needs.

I have windows open, airing my room through. Spice loves it when the bathroom window is open, as she can perch on the sill and watch all the little birdies. She caught a sparrow once, and seemed utterly disappointed in the taste, so her eagerness to get after birds in general has faded a lot. She'll watch them, but makes no effort to get outside to get them. I'm glad, as we have an entire flock of long-tailed tits that visit the garden most of the day, and I'd hate either cat to get them. Hatter's more eager, but he's also piebald and easy to see, while Spice is cryptically coloured. Neither like to be outside much or for long during the day, thank goodness.

I like living here.
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I am swanning around the new house like a lady of leisure. Well, right now I'm sat down after breakfast (New York cheesecake), watching a robin check out the offerings on the bird table. Somewhere around here is an entire flock of around a dozen long-tailed tits. As the weather hardens, I will no doubt learn what else lives close by.

Spice carved up my face yesterday morning - she knocked over a heavy picture frame, which I think fell on her, then she catapulted across the bed to hide, and unfortunately my face was part of the 'floor' for that route. So now I have a 2cm vertical cut in the middle of my forehead, like a bindi that's been placed too high. Being a head wound, I had a dramatically bloody face to present to Kira and Random over breakfast. Kira, with her face quite scratched from the motorcycle accident, out-did me. Her scratches go over her cheek and around one eye, which is black and purple. She won't let any of us augment this new decoration with Ziggy Stardust style face make-up.

Random is out, running between Bolton Royal Hospital and Sale - this is beginning to become something of a daily commute. Pol is out with his new, very Executive job in London. The new house is of a style to match with his new job, even though it's actually cheaper than the cramped, new-build terraced house we were in before. This house was built in the early 1980s and reminds me of the various detached suburban houses from episodes of The Professionals television series. The sweetest part of the house, at least as far as Random is concerned, is the working chiminea - I have sausages so that we can barbecue. There are also a lot of overgrown and sadly dead bushes in the garden, so we won't be short of fuel.
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I'm living in a mostly empty house at the moment, and for the next few days. This room is simply furnished but still has bed, shelf and television. And all my PC games and DVDs. Upstairs has the cat tray, a scratching post and a drying rack full of clean clothes. Downstairs has the sofa and fishtank, a tiny coffee table and more folding chairs. The kitchen is more or less a full working kitchen, just rather emptier than usual. Because there's so little Stuff there, it's all very tidy and very clean.

Today, I have very little I have to do. I've got to go out with Random this evening and get more catfood, cat litter, some sugar soap and some gaffer tape. I've already done everything I wanted to do today - the cupboards are now all scrubbed, except the last couple where I have glasses, plates, tea and mugs.

So, I can spend the day doing whatever I want. This weekend will be a *very* different story, but today? Today is for relaxing. And instead of finally playing all my computer games, or learning Spanish, or watching all those films I meant to watch one day, I am longing, *longing* to be at the new house, sorting it out. I think our landlord's 'surprise!' house viewing has put me on edge.

Spice provided amusement for me at lunchtime by grabbing, running off with, growling and even hissing over a large chunk of sharon fruit.


Oct. 15th, 2011 10:16 pm
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'Is one of your cats missing?'[1] asked my next door neighbour. 'No...' I said, puzzled. Hatter was bouncing around and Spice was probably where she usually is when she's not romping with Hatter, snoozing under my bed or behind the sofa.
'Only, this cat got into our garden, and then the dog chased it into our loft.'
'No, pretty sure our cats are inside. Best thing is to leave the cat alone, it'll probably come out on its own in a couple of hours.'
'It's been there six already.'

I couldn't really help much, so I went looking for our own cats. Hatter was there and fine. Spice, who had been really quiet all day... really very quiet... wasn't around at all. Shit.

Sooooo I went over to next door and told them the news, and they let me upstairs, where I listened for ten minutes or so at the open loft, but could hear no sound of cat. Nor smell one.

Puzzled, I went home and went up to my bedroom, wondering what on earth I was going to do now. Just in case, I unpiled all the things that have been in front of my loft door for several days and opened it. And there she was, looking rather unhappy, but very pleased to see me. She hadn't miaowed while she was in the loft - possibly in case the dog heard her.

So, Spice has had her first outing beyond the garden gate. It didn't go well. She's had two dinners today and tonight she's... behind the sofa. I know, because I just now checked. Just in case.

[1] This isn't quite the conversation we had, but there was a lot of boring confusion about what colour my cats were and so on, and I cut it out.
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Spice is very, very playful and I can't always keep up, so I thought having a kitten might keep her occupied. Of course, when they first met, neither was at all impressed by the other. Spice was downright scared, but kept creeping up to examine new kitten with a look of fascinated horror on her face. I played relentlessly with Hatter (the kitten) so he wouldn't stare at her and frighten her off. So she got unscared, and then Pounced him, at which point *he* got scared - but, being a kitten, only until something moved nearby and he forgot all about it. Spice did, clearly, recognise that this was a Small Cat once she got close enough - reassuring, because for a while she was treating him as potential prey. But then she spent yesterday Putting Him In His Place - coming up to him and whacking him hard once or twice on the head. He got very fluffed, then less fluffed, then apparently just accepted that life apparently hands you larger cats who come up to you and randomly bop you on the head. Then Spice changed tactics, and kept bouncing up to him at a rush, stopping just before contact - again, Hatter fluffed up, then got used to it. Today, she bops him and runs off, then he chases her in turn.

This has led me to discover that it is very hard to play Fallout: New Vegas when your keyboard keeps being bounced, first by a kitten being chased by an adult cat, then by an adult cat being chased by a kitten. On the one hand, I am very glad that the introduction of kitten to cat is going so well. On the other hand, my fingers are scratched and bleeding.
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Woken up at my usual early time of around tennish (this is when I wake up if I go to bed at around tennish). I feel distinctly post-dromal, which is to say like an owl in the morning if said owl has flown face-first into a car window. Spice hasn't been impressed, since she usually eats at 7am, but all this *actually* means is that for once she's eaten all the food I put out at 10pm.

Now I am sitting downstairs with a cup of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk. LIFE IS SO HARD!!

What I'd really like to get done today is to change my bedding or do some laundry, but it depends on how my head is.

Pol's on his way back home, having found the new contract impossible to fulfil. It's a good thing he hasn't signed it, really.
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Sessifet and her mum came round to visit, so today has naturally been awesome. She's still not *quite* taken everything, but nobody wanted to search Random's room looking for underwear. Pol's out doing motorbikey things. He's already installed footwell lights for the Rover. He's also filled the fridge with delicious-looking fresh meat and vegetables. The next few days are going to smell divine. Speaking of which, the essential oils I ordered from online have all arrived and are very pungent. I'm looking forward to coming up with new mixes.

Spice is very busy and very happy chasing a fly around on the plant-filled sitting room windowsill. She hasn't knocked the flowers off my tradescantia though - I've never even seen one in flower before, so I am glad mine still is. Meanwhile, I am watching NCIS, which Pol turned me onto and which I have been swearing black's blue I only watch because he likes it. :0) It's *very* snarkable.
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Twitter gives you everything at once, so today I am getting Valentine's Day poems intertwined with protests in Iran and reports of a bombing in Kabul. This mixture of the violent with the banal is always there, but it's especially noticeable today.

I've downloaded and installed f.lux, which 'warms' the colours of your screen at sunset, so that your brain doesn't get the 'blue' signals that keep telling you it's mid-afternoon when you're browsing before going to bed. In theory, it helps insomnia. Even if it's entirely woo, it probably does help insomnia. The placebo effect can be very marked. And it's free, so I am trying it.

I cleaned out my snail tank yesterday, and killed off all the dark ones (by donating them to Random to feed to her Assassin snails), keeping the lighter ones which, by now, are a dark caramel colour. I started off with only slightly speckled black snails, so I am heartened by this change in only the third generation. My aim for pink snails within three years seems possible. Unfortunately, I forgot to clean out the shower tray last night, so when I had a shower, I ended up treading on a nice crunchy floor of very tiny snail shells and dry salt.

Spice seems by now thoroughly at home. My body is covered in scratches and contusions. There is no malice in Spice at all, but she can be clumsy and mistake parts of me for the floor or a toy. My left arm has very deep bruised punctures from when she hauled herself up on what she thought was the top of the mattress. Then, when I play with her, I am clumsy as well and run into things. Frankly, it's worth it for the purrs.
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Today our cleaner came round again, and this time I let her hoover. Spice came downstairs as soon as she arrived, interested in the new person and willing (cautiously) to make friends. This actually became a problem, as she was very interested in what J was doing and I didn't want her scared by the Vax, which is a bit of a monster. I managed finally to end up with Spice downstairs and the hoover upstairs. When the stairs were hoovered, we swapped places. Once things were quiet again, I could hear Spice approaching J as she worked and being talked to. So, that all went very well.

Random played with her when she got home. Pol is not here tonight, but Home Time has remained Play Time. I then ended up settled down to watch TV, eating Random's chocolate biscuits and with Spice curled up under my knees in a cave made of blanket.

I've cleared out my entire wardrobe, ending up with a carrier bag full of clothes I don't wear and everything which should be on hangers, on hangers. Spice thought this was great, and had to be chased out of the wardrobe several times. She is now confident enough that I can actually tell her off if she's where I don't want her to be, knowing she won't bolt in terror. She just puts her ears back and slopes off to the nearest play area, where of course she gets rewarded with play and a fuss. Just now, she's sitting underneath the bed beneath me as I type. By the sound of things, she's having a good wash.
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Spice has spent today expanding her pattern. Pol's back to work (Random has been away), so the house routine is back in place after the weekend, with me alone in the house all day. Spice tried to get me interested in play at 5:45am, but after the busy weekend, I wasn't having it. She bounced me again when my 8am alarm went off, and spent a while being cuddled and pouncing gracefully on my feet under the duvet.

Downstairs for breakfast - she still prefers to have someone watch her back while she eats. I got breakfast and let it go cold while she chased a laser up and down the stairs. I get the impression that she's slightly stiff and sore today - no wonder when she's getting about four hours of serious exercise every day! After this, she relaxed while I ate and put on laundry. Normally, I watch television and play with her, and by 12pm she's hidden herself away until Pol comes home. Instead, she's only just gone to ground now at 2pm. She's also 'owning' the sitting room much more. She's diving off into different holes and crevices, instead of always just going behind (or inside) the sofa. Any time she hasn't been playing, she has been walking around sniffing *everything* and occasionally trying to kill it. She's also relaxed out in the open several times. Unfortunately, her favourite play areas are always the places with the heaviest traffic. As and when we have house guests, she will have to be nimble.

The washing machine doesn't faze her much. Given the amount of laundry we do, this is just as well. She's been able to eat while it was doing its thing - as long as I am around to watch, anyway. She seems to find the kitchen safest when I am making a cup of tea or coffee. She obviously finds the rattle of teaspoons reassuring. She also likes it when I am under the duvet, and even more if I am curled up reading a book. Then she finds the crook of my knee and pours herself into it, resting her chin on my leg and purring loudly, seeming utterly relaxed.
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I'm on the tail end of an all nighter, having been crying on and off all night. I think it's a combination of Moth being gone and other things getting on top of me. Pol woke up at 5am and heard me sobbing. He came up and I cried on his shoulder while he made it all better.

Spice has now been here four-and-a-half days and, while still not entirely relaxed, is becoming pretty mellow about the big scary humans. We took her away from The Best Human Ever. I'm not The Best Human ever, but she's willing to forgive me. Pol is a bit more scary, but she now wanders up to him as a matter of course and follows him downstairs for breakfast, and he can play with her - in fact, she expects him to before and after work now. She's seen much less of Random and is still wary, as far as I know.

She has carried things around in her mouth, but doesn't properly play 'fetch' - things get carried to her favourite disembowelling spot instead. I lost the laser pointer, which is a shame because it was a great source of exercise for her (she's slightly podgy about the waist). Pol's ordered seven more, as well as a box of 150 ping pong balls. My room is covered in screwed up pieces of paper. She gives a high-pitched burbling chirp when she wants to play. Pol is astonished at how quiet she is - quieter still after she removed her collar. I haven't been able to put it back. I can hold her and pummel her but I haven't got four hands and two humans together is far too scary.

She only seems to eat much at once if someone is standing by her. Otherwise, as far as I can tell, it's all snatched mouthfuls. Great for her waistline, I suppose, but I want her to feel comfortable. Pol, watching her, thinks that the tiles are cold and unfamiliar and put her off. She does relax completely when in my room, and I can more or less do what I like with her, although she startles easily. She is very cuddly indeed if I am lying down in bed reading a book.

She loves stairs as much as if she'd spent her entire life dreaming about one day having a flight of stairs all her own, and now she's got two. However, when she runs down them very quickly, she manages to frighten herself and bounces down the last few with her tail bottle-brush fat. Then she bounces right back up them again for the next paper ball.
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We adopted Spice, bringing her home on Sunday evening. Since then, she's settled in well. Days are already settling into a routine: My alarm goes off. Random goes to work about nowish. Spice jumps up and down on my head for a while. I cuddle her, and then she has a romp, killing my feet under the duvet and playing with anything I get out (usually a laser pointer).

Pol gets up and makes friends with her (getting better each day), gets dressed and feeds her, then goes to work. I come down and she follows me. I get breakfast and stand over her while she eats hers - if I am close by, she'll eat properly. If I go, she only grabs quick mouthfuls. I expect this will change. I'm frankly hopeful that she'll end up mugging Pol in the morning for grub.

I clean the kitchen, feed the birds, then play with her. This morning, she didn't want to chase the laser pointer up and down the stairs, but we can kill an hour doing this when she's in the mood. Then I settle down to watch television and she climbs into the reclining sofa (something I really wish she wouldn't do). She sleeps, I go upstairs and nap, Pol and Random come home, dig her out and it's playtime again until bed.


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