and over to the next one

zen, 1997-2018

... had to say good-bye to the best cat ever last night, truly born and bread in our household, from the first meow 21 years ago, behind deac's bed, to the last little sigh yesterday, this cat was an amazing companion and certainly thought of herself more of a dog that a little puddy tat. she guarded the garden against the foxes and protected the baby, which, to her amazement, started to crawl rather fast at some point, and then grew and grew...

until a few weeks ago she still would play like a kitten, and there wasn't a night that she did not demand to sleep on the bed, preferably under the duvet, only to wake deac with a little swipe with one of her claws in the morning, convinced that it was feeding time, whatever the clock said. rest in peace, little kitten, and, as rike suggested, come back in your next life as an owl. we're ready! 

Car Seat Headrest - Beach Life-In-Death (last bit only) - Live at the Ro...

carseatheadrest @ roundhouse, london

lazy sunday afternoon

spot the lazy bugger while the squirrels and mice are hopping around her. question: is it a plant? is it a sausage? is it chilli the master of disguise? submit your answer here.

György Ligeti - Trio for Horn, Violin and Piano (I)

whitstable and sheppey

our two beach babes, who used the glorious day to swim in the sea for over an hour, then took a well deserved rest, then a little wandering around the coast, and a final stop on the isle of sheppey, for no better reason but that I was curious about a place I had thought of and written about, so watch this space. 27 degrees celsius, whatever that is in fahrenheit.