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...that I do have something of a passion for handbags. I delight in nibbling on their handles and, more recently, in sleeping on them. Last night I enjoyed snuggling up against a black, leather Furla affair and this morning a Betty Barclay number.
I'm sure this isn't difficult to understand.
Shy Boy, instead of and in memory of Gordon and Tony
This creative stuff isn't really my thing. I know that Tony liked to run through clay, but it's not for me. No. I'm out of here.
Shy Boy, on behalf of Gordon and in memory of Tony.
Why wouldn't I be relaxed? I was submerged in a soft, feather pillow and enjoying the sound of Helena's voice as she talked on the phone. I was stroked without pause and in H-E-A-V-E-N. I sensed a concern for my health, but no, I was just very, very relaxed.
Relaxed boy Shy Boy, on behalf of no-one and in memory of no-one. Sorry Tone.
Yesterday evening I lay in my second most favorite spot, under the sofa.Helena was working on the floor with some papers and I took time out to go over to her for a cuddle. Jonathan was on the computer and I was tempted to nip his toes, but reconsidered. The thick tennis socks looked inviting, but ....something told me not to do it. I guess I sensed a tension in the air and all eyes on me.
Yesterday I spent a short time sitting in my favorite spot on the landing, overlooking the staircase, and in the evening we had pasta with bacon.
Today Gordon and I were given a wet wash. I don't think that Gordon enjoyed it particularly, but he seemed to take to being towel dried. Personally I enjoyed the massaging motion and my fur seemed much softer after the experience. We were then given a dish of pine nuts. Yummy.This evening I sat in my favorite spot again and I stayed there for some time. I liked it when Helena stroked me every time she passed. Tonight we had rice and grapes with our yoghurt. I think I'll save the grapes for later.
Shy Boy (Archangel Gabriel)
In memory of Tony
