It’s real cold in the mornings. Winter is clearly knocking real loud on the door but I like it. That edge of chill in the air wakes me up, especially when it’s combined with sipping from the bucket of Columbian I take first thing in the morning lately. It makes walking to the office nicer too, really gets the system cranking.

It’s nice to be living somewhere that I can have visitors over to without making statements like “sorry, it’s a bit cramped” and, as great a first-place as College Road was, not always be bumping into each other and have some space. There’s now room for the music collections and for the library to keep growing to fill the recently expanded bookshelves. Well, if there’s space and I happen upon books crying out to be read they’re going to find a home.

Though the extra floorspace means the monster has more room to run around and go crazy in, something she certainly takes advantage of.

Minette is clearly possessed. Either that or she’s the victim of radioactive fall out from Dungeness power station or the bizarre breeding of a tabby cat and crazed monkey. Since we got her I don’t think there’s been a point at which I or Linda’s arms and hands have been devoid of cat scratches. Had to shower her the other day after she’d eaten something that disagreed with her. Cartoons may make it out to be amusing but I think that’s something I’ll only find really amusing in hindsight. It seemed to have cured her of her curiosity over our bathing but only yesterday I heard a thud followed by the sight of our resident Tabby Monster running out of the bathroom after she’d fallen into the tub not long since used for hosing out her litter (hence her being covered in bubbles a the time).

This is becoming more documentary than it is comic:

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