Welcome to Slushsville

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In spite of snow flurries this morning, the temperature’s on the rise and Norfolk is turning to slush.

Marvellous. No, really, it is.

As I turned out of the house this morning I thought to myself: Gosh, the road’s like a sheet of ice. Hang on, it is a sheet of ice! so anything that gets rids of that particular irritation is excellent news, even if going is somewhat damp underfoot.

People say that goldfish have very short memories but I’m beginning to suspect that cats’ memories are even shorter. As evidence I present a conversation I had with Misty shortly after returning home1:

Miaaaaw.

But it’s raining sleet.

Miaaaaw.

Oh, ok then.” I open the door.

Miaow prrt prrt.

I close the door.

Miaaaaw.

But you’ve seen it’s raining sleet.

Miaaaaw.

Oh, ok then.” I open the door.

Miaow prrt prrt.

I close the door.

Miaaaaw.

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

At least my early finish today has allowed me to catch up with pix.a-blog - that’s all the images loaded now, so there are pics to last you another two weeks.

1 If you hover your mouse pointer over Misty’s half of the conversation you should see a tooltip translation.

 

One response


  1. LMAO thanks for the translation!

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