Biscuit met the stairs today and the stairs won
Six months old, four legs, absolutely no plan. He got up three steps, realised he had no idea how to reverse, and sat down to…
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Four months in and she finally sat on the sofa
Pepper came from a shelter in March and spent the first fortnight behind the washing machine. Then behind the sofa. Then, for a…
Ziggy's rosette is now a personality trait
He came second in a local fun show — category: waggiest tail, which I want to stress is not a competitive field. That was in May.…
Clover has decided autumn is a personal attack
Flemish Giants are enormous and mine is, apparently, a coward. The leaves came down over the weekend and now the entire garden is…
Ten years of Kiwi, and what I'd tell anyone thinking about a macaw
Kiwi turned ten this month, which means we are perhaps a fifth of the way through this. People see the colours and the talking…
Basil has learned the sound of the fridge door
It is the vegetable drawer specifically. Not the fridge — the drawer. I opened it this morning for something entirely unrelated…
Six years of Bruno
Adopted him at eighteen months from a family who could not keep him. He came with a lead, a chewed tennis ball, and a note about…
The red cushion is non-negotiable
I bought a lovely new cat bed. Fleece lined. Raised sides. Highly reviewed. She looked at it, and then went and slept on the red…
A boring, unglamorous gecko setup that has worked for two years
Nothing clever here, which is rather the point: Heat mat on a thermostat, on one end only, so he can choose. Warm side around…
Rufus and the flag
Empty beach at eight in the morning, tide out, nobody about but us and a windsock somebody had planted in the sand. He ran past…
A map of every warm surface in my flat, by Marmalade, aged 9
Morning: windowsill, east side, until roughly eleven. Midday: the router. I have asked him not to. He does not care. Afternoon:…
An incomplete list of things Noodle has stolen this month
One sock (mine). One sock (not mine — I do not know whose). A teaspoon. The cap off a bottle of washing up liquid. A whole…