She is gorgeous, even in her anger! Are these hands yours, Mira? I see the familiar scratches of what my vet calls "a cat lover's hands". I do wish you the best, now that you have them both back with you!

Boy, does she look [censored]! Lol, like it's all YOUR fault! So very, very glad you have her back, the sweet, dear, poor lil' thang!

No, that's the vet tech holding her down. My scratches are on my neck. After I grabbed her, I shoved her down my sweater & zipped up my coat until I could wrangle her into the car & the waiting carrier.

WOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!

So pleased to hear that you have Princess back!

Oh Mira, I am speechless!! Only just that its the best news ever. (Dare I say, I told you so...?!)

Wow, what a relief Mira Jane, she looks just like my friend's Cleocatra from the 70s.

Round the corner from me at night

Quentin napping, No. 2.
I love the squinchy face

Precious wishes to greet Princess and Quentin

Quentin truly reminds me of Clark Gable or Errol Flynn with his dapper moustache.

And look how SpanishLiz's moggie is star struck

I call Quentin my little Clark Gable That's also the face he makes while purring. Precious has an impressive set of whiskers!

Just to show my camera and I can now take reasonable night photos (from 4.30 pm at the moment), this is Twickenham.

Quentin showing how well he can hide.

My neighbour's wisteria (and their manky ivy) has been growing over the fence and into my garden this year. I don't mind the wisteria - its beautiful flowers can adorn my side of the fence any time but in winter it loses its leaves and all I can see now is the ivy and... this wren's nest. It's quite small - the wren is not quite Britain's smallest bird (the goldcrest takes that prize) but it's still tiny. This nest is about 3-4 inches across and perched very cleverly on top of the fence. Wrens may be small but they are noisy little things - now I know the source of the songs that wake me up at the crack of dawn!

Princess is reasserting her dominance in the household. That piece of newspaper she is lying on has been Quentin's hangout for two months. He had it in the hotel & I brought it to the apartment. Newer pages of newspaper haven't tempted him.

One more straight road, this is in Southgate

The past few days have seen a tribe of couriers arrive at this house laden with Christmas presents, almost all of which are for other people - except the one that arrived this morning, which is my present to myself.

Well fancy opening it. Now you have spoilt the surprise!

The one-l lama,
He's a priest.
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.

-- Ogden Nash