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Went out to Plimmerton this morning to feed Scooby but he didn’t come when I called! And after much cat-voice calling around the neighbourhood I caused enough disturbance for a neighbour to come out and ask what I was doing there!

However, there was a tui that came really close to get to the flax plant by the driveway – I think that’s the closest I’ve ever been to one – even closer than the ones that come to the window in Awakeri.

About time for another cat photo! Here’s one of Scooby watching the All Whites game a couple of weekends ago that I’ve only just rediscovered from Matt in my Inbox.

I’m still here. Just so much going on …

• So much help to write
• Have to give my first ever presentation at the stock exchange this week
• Have got a new role
• Still training 2 new staff, lost my original Oompa Loompa to another team
• Got a new phone
• Had to entertain parents for a weekend
• Housework and ironing is piling up
• and Christmas is only 6 weeks away

Anyway, here’s a picture of the pussy cat at the Brown Sugar in Otaki that we stopped in to visit on our way to Palmerston North last week when The Mister got called up there to give a presentation.

One of the nice routines in Blenheim is the daily walk – dogs and child need to get out for some air, and obviously does us all some good, especially those of us spending our lives in an office. This weekend in Blenheim we took a route around the block that took us by a house where a very friendly cat saw us and ran across the grass meowing, tail in the air and jumped up on the fence for a smooch and pat. He was so friendly! So we took that route every day and managed to catch a photo of him today. It took a bit of luring to get him to come for a pat today though because he was out on the porch with the ladies next door who were knitting and gossiping and providing plenty of pats. But in the end he came for a big cuddle

As we were wandering through Mt Vic again this weekend we encountered a very friendly puss who ran up to greet us. He had very unusual markings – haven’t seen such specific ginger colouring before and the little dotted line of tabby grey between his back and tail made it look almost as though he had a tail belonging to someone else!

We’re on kitty sitting duty for Pip and Pi this weekend. In Pi’s case kitty sitting means sit down and the kitty sits on you. Straight away! Before being fed even. He’s so smoochy and lovely.

I follow the icanhascheezburger.com website (basically pictures of cats doing funny things that people have added clever captions to) and I have to say over the months of following it I have noticed a large number of photos of wet cats because they’re being bathed. Here’s the one that was on the site this morning:

I have to say, I never ever thought to wash a cat and I don’t remember ever washing any of the family cats we had. They don’t like water and they wash themselves don’t they? Perhaps it’s the long-haired breeds that are being washed (which we never had).  In the wet cat photos they never look as though they are enjoying bath time that’s for sure!

Met lovely friendly Lola in Aro Park on our walk today. I chatted briefly to a girl with a bag of vegies on her way back through the park from the market and she said Lola is quite often there, so we’ll probably walking that way again soon!

Oh humans, go on take my photo if you must. Haven’t you taken enough already? Here’s my best side.

I went to feed Scooby tonight. I’d been told he was scared of the garage door going up so I was quite worried that he’d not come to me, or be a bit skitterish but he wasn’t. He smooched and rubbed all over my legs and enjoyed a good pat. He *is* a really big puss and very soft. I felt just awful leaving him there in the dark garage when it was time to go.

Was a great thing to do on a night when the Mister is out of town … still waiting for a call to see if Xero has won an award at the HiTech Awards in Christchurch.