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No new pics of Lyra but here are my previous 2 (Willow in front and barney in back) deceptive perspective as Barney was about 9kg and twice the size of Willow!

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Beautiful Ryder beautiful.

They were very special cats, sadly only lasted 13 and 15 years.

Some better pics





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What’s the old joke about a dog chewing a bone in front of the fire ? :smirk:

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Margot, being Margot, prefers only the finer cardboard boxes.

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Poppy and Ziggy

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Somebody wants some attention tonight!
Tyr the Norwegian Forest feeling fluffy.

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Habibi quite comfortable for the day, after a night playing in the kitchen and covering every surface in muddy pawprints :joy:

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Got home after a week away and was enthusiastically greeted by Zhukov for several seconds, then…

Willy.

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Sound asleep, without a worry in the world, after a long walk at the market today. :smiling_face_with_three_hearts:

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6 mile morning walk along the river Hull between Wawne village and Kingswood, what a lovely day it is too for October



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Just did the smelliest fart imaginable.

Fortunately, I can blame the dog.

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This thread needs more cats!:grin:


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Gotta love an Amazon box…

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I used to comfortably fit on top of this…

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Après le déluge.

Dog in element.

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In terms of vicariously enjoyable pleasure given to another creature, this was probably the best €0.78 I have ever spent!
It gave him (precisely four minutes of) absolute and complete bliss.

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My ladies preparing the asparagus bed before I mulch it.

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I’m sure I’ve previously related how Zhukov likes “fetch” to be a game of two halves. Sometimes he’ll roll his ball down the driveway and then sit and watch it until I retrieve it from the road and throw it again. Other times he’s content to roll his ball under a chair or a kitchen unit. Today however he’s excelled himself. I was throwing a ball from the front of the house over the hedge into the orchard in breaks whilst cooking dinner. He’d retrieve it and bring it into the kitchen for a repeat. Worked fine up until the ball went missing. I went out to the orchard in search of said ball. No sign of it. Asked him “where’s your ball?” and he flicked his head in the direction of…

Surely he couldn’t? Unpocketed my phone, turned on the flashlight and had a look. Pretty certain I could see a ball in there. Fetched a proper torch from the house for a hopefully more illuminated peek. Well I was wrong, there isn’t a ball in the well. There are at least six balls floating in the well. And his hoop toy. And who knows what else that didn’t float.

If any of you should ever acquire a Border Collie don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Willy.

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Looks disgusting but I’m sure Orson wouldn’t be bothered by what anyone else thinks!

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