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It's 7.30, and Lola is still being her crazy morning self. And I'm watching, highly amused to see her sneaking up on Cornelius, who's snoozing in a patch of sunlight, tapping his bum with a black paw, and jumping back and running when he turns round.
Meanwhile I've understood that, unless one of them gets trapped in a corner, those morning antics are really rather harmless, 100% play on Lola's side and at least 80% on ze boyz' side -- sometimes she really does get on their wick, and then chasing ensues. But there's also Lucius-and-Lola chasing that's pure fun.
The young lady is becoming quite muscled. It looks pretty under that lustrous, black fur, and now she's even more similar to a panther than before.
Played tennis yesterday, 2 hours in the sun, and I think the sun was a bit too much -- headache in the afternoon, so I had to forego running. Instead I made an excellent mushroom-and-sausage risotto. There's leftovers, too. Yum.
The weather is still fantastic, with acacias and lime trees in bloom. The scent of honey in the air, the green of the trees still fresh and light, and a cool breeze forming an acacia-scented contrast to the morning sunlight. Cats wandering (or speeding, as the case may be) past. And now there shall be coffee. Perfect Sunday morning.
Meanwhile I've understood that, unless one of them gets trapped in a corner, those morning antics are really rather harmless, 100% play on Lola's side and at least 80% on ze boyz' side -- sometimes she really does get on their wick, and then chasing ensues. But there's also Lucius-and-Lola chasing that's pure fun.
The young lady is becoming quite muscled. It looks pretty under that lustrous, black fur, and now she's even more similar to a panther than before.
Played tennis yesterday, 2 hours in the sun, and I think the sun was a bit too much -- headache in the afternoon, so I had to forego running. Instead I made an excellent mushroom-and-sausage risotto. There's leftovers, too. Yum.
The weather is still fantastic, with acacias and lime trees in bloom. The scent of honey in the air, the green of the trees still fresh and light, and a cool breeze forming an acacia-scented contrast to the morning sunlight. Cats wandering (or speeding, as the case may be) past. And now there shall be coffee. Perfect Sunday morning.
