Our beloved co-creatures

[oloriel]

We have been gifted bucketloads of old baby stuff by various relations and friends. To my great relief, the cats mostly ignored it until...

... until I had the smart idea of washing everything.

After that, 'náro discovered that he loves baby stuff. As long as it smells of our detergent instead of other people's cellar, apparently...





*le sigh* Not a habit we can support, I'm afraid, no matter how cute it is...

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Yay, a quiet evening, I thought - time to finally prepare that spring picspam!

And then I heard the peacock crying.
Loudly.
Very nearby.

I looked out on the terrace (home of our barbecue grill) where I thought I had heard it... but no peacock in sight.

I go back inside.

I hear it cry again - definitely from the terrace. And lo! - it isn't talking to the barbecue this time.
It has reached our tenants' windowsill, where it admires its reflection. Or something.




I feel pretty! Oh so ~pretty~!

The tenants, of course, have likewise heard the peacock and come to look. Peacock is surprised by movement behind the window, and takes flight...



...onto our roof.



Nothing is safe. NOTHING. Last Saturday my mom-in-law was stung, of all creatures, by a bumblebee. (To be fair, she had been weeding our driveway and apparently uncovered a bumblebee nest in the process, so it's understandable that the lil' beast was annoyed. But still!) Animals, you never know what they get up to, do you?

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Right. Back to the picspamming. (Which is, um, sort of what I just did, but this was harmless compared to what's coming up...)