This is a picture of Mickey which I came across on his bloggie and it struck me how much he looks like Oliver; even the pose is similar. Hope you don’t mind me copying your picture dear Mickey.
I’m having yet another very blonde couple of days… The adorable Skeezix told me how to fix the aspect ratio of my silly picture in my blog, which I did, but the picture is still messed up, changing its width doesn’t seem to have made any difference. Oh well, I’m thinking of removing it anyway, I’m a bit sick of the sight of it (apart from William’s ears)!
Some of you may have noticed that my template has changed. This is because I thought I’d tweak some of the HTML while I was changing the width of the picture. Yikes, what was I thinking of?! Me, tweaking HTML? So anyhow, I completely messed up and couldn’t find my way back to where I’d altered the code. Doh, only solution was to load another template!
In other news, I had a little windfall the other day and so I hope there might be a digital camera out there with my name on it; not that I’ve got anything interesting to photograph, but hopefully I can find some things out there to photograph and so break up the monotony of all this text, ha ha! I wished I had a DC the other day when I came home because next door’s cat George and Missy from round the corner were having a little social in George’s front yard and they looked so cute.
George followed me into my house one evening a few years ago. I didn’t know she (yes she is a girl cat despite her name!) lived next door then so I phoned the number on her collar tag and her bean said just to let her out of the front door and she’d come home when she was ready. This is a residential street but there is a lot of traffic so I wasn’t really happy about this, but her bean declined my invitation to come and fetch her so I had no alternative. The two cats who have lived with me here, William and Cybil, were never allowed out the front door. I suspect William did get into the street sometimes because he was athletic and could jump the garden walls, but if he did, I never saw him out there and he always came home via his cat flap in the back door. Cybil hardly ever went out and on the rare occasions she did, she would be out there for no more than ten minutes, then she would come in and make straight for her litter box! Apparently the outside world was not suitable for her to pee or poo in, bless her.
Missy often accompanies her bean part of the way to the shops, then turns round and goes home. She’s a very sensible cat because she will only let strangers pet her when her bean is present.