The Weekly Bindi (and friend) – Week 11
The only way you can see Dugite’s stripes is if you put false ones on her. She is actually a stripy tabby.
“…She can only disguise, and only for those eager to believe whatever comes easiest. She cannot turn cream …
The Weekly (back to)Bindi – Week 9
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. …
The Weekly Bindi – Week 7
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 …
The Weekly Bindi – Week 6
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 …
Oops, I arted. Again.
The Weekly Bindi – Week 4. And Dugite.
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.…
I dressed up. In public. With other weird and wonderful people.
This momentous occasion was called Supanova and OMG IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.
Picture, if you will, a 35 year-old newly converted convention groupie squealing like a school girl who’s just seen a penis for the first time.
The Weekly Bindi – Week 3