Another sort-of selfie with the Bindipuss this evening. She was just being so cuddly that I didn’t want to move to go get my camera, so I turned the laptop around and this happened: Oh yes… Yes, I am, Bindi. And we’re only up to week 9.

My cat has a weird habit. She likes to be with me. That in itself is not weird but the fact that we’ve got a whole house of beds and couches and open-shelf wardrobes with lots of comfy warm clothes to snuggle into and get hair all over and yet… she chooses to curl up…

So, we had a bit of a scare this week. On Wednesday evening after popping in on Mum on the way home from work, I was greeted by a scene out of a horror movie. Pools of very bloody bile everywhere. It seems that Bindi’s tummy irritation flared up in a huge way again and…

It’s not entirely fair that Dugite doesn’t get a look in, though she is notoriously difficult to photograph. So here’s a high-key noir shot of my little black shadow.