So this morning the turtles totally freaked out the cat!
I got up took a shower then went into my room to get dressed and Smokey followed me. I could hear a noise but didn't know what it was and so I ignored it. But Smokey sat on the chair and was staring at me in the way that he does when he's scared, it's a look that says "well aren't you going to do anything about it?!"
So I walk into the kitchen to make brekky and he's normally in front, leading the way to his bowl but this time he was skulking behind me.
I wander around making toast and packing etc and he's just sitting by the door, then the noise starts again and he freaks out and asks to be let outside.
It turns out the turtles were rearranging everything in their tank - stones and wood, and doing a bit of tank-interior design and it was making loads of noise and Smokey doesn't like them at the best of times, but watching them moving big stones around was just too much for him! Ahh bless!
I got up took a shower then went into my room to get dressed and Smokey followed me. I could hear a noise but didn't know what it was and so I ignored it. But Smokey sat on the chair and was staring at me in the way that he does when he's scared, it's a look that says "well aren't you going to do anything about it?!"
So I walk into the kitchen to make brekky and he's normally in front, leading the way to his bowl but this time he was skulking behind me.
I wander around making toast and packing etc and he's just sitting by the door, then the noise starts again and he freaks out and asks to be let outside.
It turns out the turtles were rearranging everything in their tank - stones and wood, and doing a bit of tank-interior design and it was making loads of noise and Smokey doesn't like them at the best of times, but watching them moving big stones around was just too much for him! Ahh bless!
i know how it feels though, to be scared of the person you love to turn around and see you how you see yourself. but he wont hun.....he wont. because no matter what he sees it will never be how you see yourself. you put yourself down, he wouldnt put you down.
And your blog entry is hilarious!
Yes, there were 2 paintings of men playing with themselves at that bar. Kind of Nagelesque. What an interesting juxtaposition with the goth festival attendees!
So yes, the infamous sticker came back! I'm sending a photo CD out to Martin in Coventry next week, will have the Post reweigh your (oh so heavy!
Trying to decide which London fetish fest to go to for modeling and pleasure - Torture Garden in May or Rubber Ball in September...