Pingu murders snakes and gives no fux.

Encounters with fauna continue at Lot 1699.

Couple of weeks ago, we found the cats ganging up on a snake in the shed. Damn murderers were lucky it was a harmless tree snake. Nanti bagi lu black cobra baru tau!

I’m not big on snakes (in fact I’ve been dreading finding one in the house), but look! It is very pretty.

It had this amazing subtle metallic gold-green sheen, like eyeshadow. (I’m on a make-up kick at the moment)

Glad we rescued her in time. So long and slim she is.

Just stay out of the house, snake! It’s all I ask.

Sharon is currently going through a gardening phase.

Now in stereo!

(The cats are starting to rebel.)

This window-side spot seems to put cats into a catatonic state …

(Yeah, still procrastinating.)

Sleeping Pingu will not be woken.

(This happened over some minutes of me sniggering violently.)

(I should be spending my time writing, but yeah …)

This is the latest photo I have of her. Prospero never really photographed well, because she was fidgety: a quick terror with a penchant for bird-catching.

I came home after the Christmas weekend to find her absent — which was unusual, since she’s the one who sticks closest to the food bowl.

She’s been gone for four days, now. Maybe she was catnapped. Or lost a fight with the wild dogs in the SDASA school compound. Or got bitten by a snake from the empty lot opposite.

Sharon will be putting up posters. Prospero was a bitch: she stole the other two’s food, and broke vases, and murdered — and hid when she did wrong stuff, so she had a sense of guilt. But she also had the sweetest mew, and always sought a lap to sit in, and would push her head into our hovering palms, to stroke herself …

Miss her la.

Lord Nelson: England expects that every man will do his duty!

Lord Nelson: Signal lieutenant, hold fast! Oh, kiss me, Hardy — I espy kibble!

Prospero started a fight she could not win …

(Am back in PD just to see my cats.)

Lord “Black Velvet Cat” Nelson and his human handler.