We've put the cat in a fish tank and we're not sure how she feels about it.
She seems a little uncertain, but also generally unphased; this is mostly how she feels about everything except ham and fish food. In fact it was with these very delicacies that we put her at ease following her distressing transition into her new place of residence.
The fish tank is as large as it is ugly, and would probably be wasted on the dull, translucent guppies who tirelessly roam the fifteen litre cube of yellowed water on far side of the room. A cat, however, can be easily housed without excessively burdening one's conscience.
"She doesn't look happy." Says my sister.
"When does the cat look happy?" I ask. She acknowledges the validity of my point. Cid is sometimes incredibly vocal, but those times tend to be between the hours of 1 and 3 AM. Presently, she is regarding us both with her default expression of inscrutability and vague discontentment. She is sat upright, as she often is when looking out of a window, which is effectively the case. Stroking induces a low pitched purring that echoes pleasantly around the glass chamber, and any attempt to pick up is met with loud hissing - both very normal behaviours.
The tank has a kind of glass 'inner lid', with only a small, rectangular opening in the centre. We toy with the idea that, like some of my more opinionated course mates, Cid does not acknowledge the existence of the glass ceiling. Ruth drapes a purple scarf over it to make sure that she knows she can climb out, and eventually she does. It is very cute because her tiny hind paws press up against the glass while she scrambles out of the little cat hole.
// END OF VERY CUTE ANECDOTE
It's Easter time and Jesus is still alive. As the Sunday in question draws near, I am increasingly inclined to incite the following call-and-response among my brothers and sisters in the Lord:
"He is Risen"
"He is Risen Indeed!"
"[Proclamation of delight]"
What a joyous time indeed. If some eager clergyperson / regenerate fellow engages your attention with talk of the good news over the next few weeks, why not give it a second thought? The intellect is steered by the will, and the man who never doubts his own world-view is unlikely to be justified in his thinking. If you're curious at all about the whole Easter thing, a good thing to read would be one of the biblical accounts of Jesus life. Who is this man? Why did so many of his contemporaries think him to be alive when his death was so undeniable? All this and more in any one of these surprisingly historical documents.
// END OF UNABASHED PROSELYTISATION
Yeah, I think I'm done.
I spent most of this morning writing a reading summary, which is a bit rubbish because it's all about the loss of information. You spend two and a half hours working and you only get 100 words to show for it.
Have fun every one, happy Easter holiday fun time.
// END OF BLOG POST
She seems a little uncertain, but also generally unphased; this is mostly how she feels about everything except ham and fish food. In fact it was with these very delicacies that we put her at ease following her distressing transition into her new place of residence.
The fish tank is as large as it is ugly, and would probably be wasted on the dull, translucent guppies who tirelessly roam the fifteen litre cube of yellowed water on far side of the room. A cat, however, can be easily housed without excessively burdening one's conscience.
"She doesn't look happy." Says my sister.
"When does the cat look happy?" I ask. She acknowledges the validity of my point. Cid is sometimes incredibly vocal, but those times tend to be between the hours of 1 and 3 AM. Presently, she is regarding us both with her default expression of inscrutability and vague discontentment. She is sat upright, as she often is when looking out of a window, which is effectively the case. Stroking induces a low pitched purring that echoes pleasantly around the glass chamber, and any attempt to pick up is met with loud hissing - both very normal behaviours.
The tank has a kind of glass 'inner lid', with only a small, rectangular opening in the centre. We toy with the idea that, like some of my more opinionated course mates, Cid does not acknowledge the existence of the glass ceiling. Ruth drapes a purple scarf over it to make sure that she knows she can climb out, and eventually she does. It is very cute because her tiny hind paws press up against the glass while she scrambles out of the little cat hole.
// END OF VERY CUTE ANECDOTE
It's Easter time and Jesus is still alive. As the Sunday in question draws near, I am increasingly inclined to incite the following call-and-response among my brothers and sisters in the Lord:
"He is Risen"
"He is Risen Indeed!"
"[Proclamation of delight]"
What a joyous time indeed. If some eager clergyperson / regenerate fellow engages your attention with talk of the good news over the next few weeks, why not give it a second thought? The intellect is steered by the will, and the man who never doubts his own world-view is unlikely to be justified in his thinking. If you're curious at all about the whole Easter thing, a good thing to read would be one of the biblical accounts of Jesus life. Who is this man? Why did so many of his contemporaries think him to be alive when his death was so undeniable? All this and more in any one of these surprisingly historical documents.
// END OF UNABASHED PROSELYTISATION
Yeah, I think I'm done.
I spent most of this morning writing a reading summary, which is a bit rubbish because it's all about the loss of information. You spend two and a half hours working and you only get 100 words to show for it.
Have fun every one, happy Easter holiday fun time.
// END OF BLOG POST