|Easter in Norfolk
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
The bloke & I spent last Thursday evening with his sister, her hubby & little daughter (who would not take kindly to my use of the term "little" as she informs me that she's a big girl now). The next morning we packed up Sputnik & Telstar for their first long car journey to Norfolk. Telstar, after some elaborate contortion displays, settled down and slept for most of it. Sputnik saved the amateur dramatics for the last five miles. He overheated and began panting and drooling with his eyes rolled back in his head, setting off all my catmother alarms and generally causing pandemonium until we could pull over and let him out to cool off. Fortunately, the rest of the holiday proved to be panic-free.
I feel I should warn you all in advance that this post contains more KAYOOT than is probably legal in most countries. So if this first image makes you want to hurl, then it's probably wiser not to click the cut.
Little niece & nephew
Little niece smells the hyacinths
Auntie Nanila visits the daffodils
Nephew gets the last slice of satsuma
Boats on The Broads
Rob, of cliff-hanging/puddle-jumping fame in previous posts, owns one of the boats in this picture.
Bloke in the mud
Ostensibly, he was searching for oxygenating weed for our pond. Actually, he just wanted to go for a stomp in the reeds.
Sputnik in the mist
The bloke's parents also have a garden pond. The cats were delighted to find that not only is it bigger than ours, it provides an opportunity for fighting in a tree while suspended over water. Fun!
Sputnik & Clara
Clara is one of four chickens kept by the parents' tenants. Sputnik & Telstar are pretty wary of chickens, having been schooled by our neighbours chickens in the way of the sharp peck on the nose. While it may look like Sputnik is hunting Clara, he's really preparing to run away when she gets close.
Swimming pool investigation
Not only do they have a pond, they also have a swimming pool. Could this place be any more fun for arboreal aquatic felines?
Bloke's family + setting stuff on fire == happy
Pied Piper Auntie/Mama
Flowers for Auntie Nanila
They were dandelions. I put them in the buttonholes of my big duffel coat.
Feeding the alpacas
Ursa the Escaping Alpaca
"Are you looking at Assisi's butt? How rude!"
Rob's parents have three male alpacas. The littlest, Ursa, is also the cutest and naughtiest. He perpetrated the Great Alpaca Escape. One day he discovered that by limboing under the fence, he could reach the beautifully manicured grass in the neighbour's garden. Though the other two weren't small enough to execute such a maneuver, they bided their time and when the gate was opened by the humans in order to usher Ursa back into the paddock, they slipped out.
When we first visited the alpacas a year or so ago, they were quite skittish and clung to the opposite fence. They'll eat hay out of your hand now as long as you stand still, and if they're hungry. (They weren't when the bloke tried to feed them.) I'm glad we got to take Little Niece to see them while they're still exuberantly fluffy - they're due to be shorn in a couple of weeks.