Bad Dog

When I want to be bad, I do naughty things, like pinching the dishtowel. Look, I got it! Chase me!

The Christmas Cat

Here I am, a freshly knitted cat. I look good, don't I? But I have a grim fate. Like my predecessors, the annual knitted Christmas cats, I am destined to be Tess' present, and will most likely end up shredded and torn apart before the holiday is over. Which is why I do not look very happy.

Cold Days

What a big ball. And hard. I can't take this one home with me.
Everything smells so much fresher when the ground is frozen, but I do miss the warm, sunny days.

Today - and yesterday

I just love the smell of seaweed.
We went for a walk by the sea today . . .

and yesterday we found a nice path.

Eating

I am the fastest eater there is. I can finish my dinner in seconds and if I get a treat I swallow it immediately, whole. Mom says: Tess, chew your treat. Savour it. But I don't do that. I gobble everything up as fast as I can, and then go over to them and look at them pleadingly. More?

Yesterday . . .

In the morning our house suddenly filled with visitors. I was worried and tried to make myself very small and invisible, because I did not know them. A couple of months ago strangers came here and took me away to the dog hospital. How did I know that these people were not all vets, coming to take me away? Mom's book club, were they? That's ok then.

In the afternoon we went for a lovely walk by a lake, where I had a paddle and found a good stick to take home with me.

Dog walks

We do not walk with the big group of dogs and their people any more. It is just us; we walk slowly and our walks are shorther than they used to be. Mom says that there are too many young and boisterous pups in the group now, and they could knock me over, but I think it is her age catching up with her. This suits me fine, I get to do all the sniffing I need and am always well informed about who has been around: dog, fox, cat or human.

Playtime

After my dinner I get very energetic and usually grab one of my toys for a little playtime. Unfortunately I am the only one that likes to play in this house, the two of them are both getting old and it is hard to get them to play with me.

Look at me now . . .

It is hard to believe that a couple of months ago I had a shaved belly and a big scar in the middle. I am in fine fur now, and after yesterday's bath I smell of camomile and marigold.

Beauty spot

I have a white spot on my nose. I got it years ago, when I was given a chew bone for a treat, and I took it outside and used my nose to bury it in the sharp gravel behind the house. My nose got scraped and the black pigment never came back. It makes me look special, doesn't it?