Cooper was crazy for the catnip today.
Otherwise, t’was a day of catchup cleaning, consummate creativity, council workers putting up Christmas decorations, and citizens complaining about the election.
One alphabetic aberration was the little lizard that the cats caught and carried into the kitchen to cavort with, and I carefully carried outside again in a cottage cheese container.
I also read a piece this morning in The Age about Stephen Fry’s latest chronicle in which the reviewer churlishly claimed Mr Fry used too many words starting with “C”.
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