Jane & Jack & Karre the Emperor
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Hello Everyone! We're back for Oldtimer's Day, and to hand out tunaritas and catnipinis in celebration of His Majesty's delightfully greeeeeeeeen OTJ-BG!
We're enjoying a very mild Cape Town summer so far, which makes the prospect of carrying dozens of boxes into our new home next weekend more bearable. Moving in 35 degrees of African sunshiny heat is just a bit much! We're so excited to be moving in so soon!
Karre is, too - he's made it known to us that enough is enough with strangers making so much noise in his garden. We've told him that it will be over in a matter of days, and he's graciously agreed to let us make it up to him with a mere extra 7 hours of daily grovelling. (We do our other, far far less important stuff like, say, earning our living, at night now. Karre says "Well, that's what you get.")
Maggie a.k.a. the Magpie has taken to shifting her mid-morning adventure walks to early-early-morning, coming back inside demanding her breakfast, and then coming upstairs and demanding that we make her a snooze-cave under the blanket on our bed, propped up with pillows for her to snuggle up against, for her to hide away from the yucky builders. After several erroneous pillow arrangements, we've now worked out exactly how she likes them. (We made a diagram. And photos. And a video. Just in case.) When the cave is set up, she jumps into it and melts down into her napping position seamlessly. Occasionally she tolerates a treat or two, handed into the cave. So, all in all, we are serving her well.
Pepita is finetuning her personality quirks to thusfar unparalleled levity. One is: she loves pretzel sticks, you know, those really thin baked salty snack stick thingies. Now and then we'll be watching TV, absentmindedly holding a few of them in one hand, and suddenly there'll be this explosion of kitten-on-the-hunt and half of them will snap off in the enormous leap she takes to land right with her little teeth amongst the sticks. Another is: Bathwater! Endless fascination! Whenever anyone in our house takes a bath, she'll sit on the rim of the tub, dipping her paw into the water and then sucking it out of her fur, smacking her lips. (No bath products, so it's safe for her to drink. Still crazy though.) When she gets bored of drinking it, she'll half step down into the tub, leaning on a handy knee or elbow, and flick water at whoever is in the bath... She has excellent aim.
All is well, as you can read, and we hope hat things are equally merry (though quite snowy in many cases, we hear) on your end(s)! Stop by if you have time
Sunng greetings as always,
Jane, Jack, Karre, Maggie and Pepita
We're enjoying a very mild Cape Town summer so far, which makes the prospect of carrying dozens of boxes into our new home next weekend more bearable. Moving in 35 degrees of African sunshiny heat is just a bit much! We're so excited to be moving in so soon!
Karre is, too - he's made it known to us that enough is enough with strangers making so much noise in his garden. We've told him that it will be over in a matter of days, and he's graciously agreed to let us make it up to him with a mere extra 7 hours of daily grovelling. (We do our other, far far less important stuff like, say, earning our living, at night now. Karre says "Well, that's what you get.")
Maggie a.k.a. the Magpie has taken to shifting her mid-morning adventure walks to early-early-morning, coming back inside demanding her breakfast, and then coming upstairs and demanding that we make her a snooze-cave under the blanket on our bed, propped up with pillows for her to snuggle up against, for her to hide away from the yucky builders. After several erroneous pillow arrangements, we've now worked out exactly how she likes them. (We made a diagram. And photos. And a video. Just in case.) When the cave is set up, she jumps into it and melts down into her napping position seamlessly. Occasionally she tolerates a treat or two, handed into the cave. So, all in all, we are serving her well.
Pepita is finetuning her personality quirks to thusfar unparalleled levity. One is: she loves pretzel sticks, you know, those really thin baked salty snack stick thingies. Now and then we'll be watching TV, absentmindedly holding a few of them in one hand, and suddenly there'll be this explosion of kitten-on-the-hunt and half of them will snap off in the enormous leap she takes to land right with her little teeth amongst the sticks. Another is: Bathwater! Endless fascination! Whenever anyone in our house takes a bath, she'll sit on the rim of the tub, dipping her paw into the water and then sucking it out of her fur, smacking her lips. (No bath products, so it's safe for her to drink. Still crazy though.) When she gets bored of drinking it, she'll half step down into the tub, leaning on a handy knee or elbow, and flick water at whoever is in the bath... She has excellent aim.
All is well, as you can read, and we hope hat things are equally merry (though quite snowy in many cases, we hear) on your end(s)! Stop by if you have time
Sunng greetings as always,
Jane, Jack, Karre, Maggie and Pepita
