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3BT – favourite things, tongue, heart

1. I look at the menu but know in my heart I’ll get the same thing I always do – the chorizo and potato salad with baby spinach, a poached egg and red pepper aioli. If they added cheese and a cat to it, it would be all of my favourite things in one shiny white bowl.

2. Joe’s all smiles when I return him to his favourite lady after her haircut. All smiles and sticking his tongue out. Today’s the day he discovered he has control over the floppy thing in his mouth and boy, is it fun to stick it out into the open.

3. The cats, circling my ankles, call out to me to hurry up as I sliced the freshly roasted ox heart into smaller chunks for them.

3BT – a Brightbaby-to-be, clean bill of health, improvising

15/2/2010 / louisa / 2 Comments

1. We hear some great, if unsurprising, news from friends.

2. We take Boron back to the vets for a blood test to make sure his dicky tummy is nothing more serious – after Sili’s stomach cancer last year, we’re paranoid. At lunchtime, the vet phones to say everything has come back completely normal, he’s probably just eaten something that’s disagreed with him. His little shaved patch on his neck feels like suede.

3. When I get ready to make it, I realise I’m missing some key ingredients for our cottage pie. I improvise with what I have got and it turns out a lot lighter & more flavourful than the more traditional version.

Four beautiful things from over the weekend

7/2/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. We’re talking about the different personalities of her three dogs and she tells us that Jack is a bit of a clown. As soon as she says it, he stops his frantic exploring and looks at her with a super serious, hurt expression on his face. Perfect comedy timing from the canine.

2. The fish falls apart with the slightest touch; bright white flakes amongst the rich spicy crust.

3. Even though the screen tells me that it’s due, it’s still a joy when the bus suddenly appears.

4. On the bus, I’m reading a sad story about a cat (the bit about Neil in David Sedaris’ ‘Youth In Asia’ essay) when I hear a meow. At first I think I’ve imagined it since I’m prone to auditory hallucinations of that nature but looking around, I spy a ginger cat in a cat basket across the aisle. She meows again then curls up in a ball.

3BT – lengthening, new friend, the daily grind

31/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. The afternoon seems to stretch on forever. I combine chores, pottering and play.

2. Her ginger coat reminds me not of a tiger but of tiger bread. She’s a friendly one, that’s for sure. She invites herself into the garden, sniffs around then meows at me because I’ve stopped stroking her.

3. The mustard seeds swirl in the mortar at the pestle’s command. Eventually, they give in and fall apart under the pressure.

3BT – musty, dusty, surreal, feral, exploration

25/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. My fingers smell of old, dried glue.

2. A circle of matte green-grey shoots have appeared in the garden. Only time will tell what they’ll be.

3. As I leave the theatre, a woman is holding a fake hand prop in her arms like a sleeping baby.

4. Carbon spot it first: a fox running down the road outside our house – the first we’ve seen here. We watch it until it disappears back into the woods.

5. The cats decide that 10pm on a chilly January evening is the ideal time to explore the front of the house. Carbon runs a beat across the empty recycling bins then climbs a tree; Carla explores the street and the gardens across the road; and Boron, manic-eyed Boron, celebrates every new outside discovery by racing back into the house to check everything’s alright in there. I stand under the street light and watch it all.

3BT – reward + walk = rewalk, can’t wait, so soft

20/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. I finish an unpleasant task a lot quicker than I expect which means I have time for a walk with the cats in the woods. They bounce and chase through the decaying leaves then follow me home.

2. I learn about herbs from one book and wild foods from the other. I can’t wait for Spring to kick in.

3. The new brushed cotton sheet is taut and heavenly.

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