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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

That's my girl

Today's lyric:
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"I have sworn every time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I've found
Just one thing makes me forget..."

UB40: "Red, red wine"
From the album: "The Best Of"

Reggae, reggae



Lola - that's her with two of her kittens - was taught as a kitten herself, by her breeder, to drink from a glass. The woman would simply set a tumbler to the chilled water dispenser of her American fridge, put it on the floor, and the litter lapped.

And when she came home to us, she promptly taught the trick to our other Burmese (and of course, ultimately to her own litter) so that for years, when we go to bed with our glasses of water for the night, we have to set them on coasters, but with another coaster on top. The penalty for forgetting is to wake up to the sound of slurping and the knowledge that you'll have to go downstairs to refresh the glass!

And on the food front, all of them have very catholic tastes. Even the Old Boy - who lost the plot at the age of 18 just before Xmas and is now buried in the back garden near his erstwhile mate - particularly liked Hot n Spicy Dorritos and would happily cham on one held out for his delectation.

Mrs D. cooked Indian Cottage Pie last night. Basically it involves putting turmeric in the mash and chillies in the mince. Except that she didn't have any fresh chillies, so for the first time ever used chilli flakes (putting in another half-teaspoon 'for good measure') as you do.

(That's gonna cause some rectal damage later today...)

But I left barely a chef's smear and set the plate down on the floor to digest it all, before clearing away. Lola meandered into the room, got a whiff of the remains of the meal and set to with gusto - even though there was bu99er all to hoover up.

And of course, what else do you do after dinner, but hop up onto your master's lap and slurp some red wine out of the glass in his hand!

We both sat there stunned, until Mrs D. collected herself and stuttered "Stop her, she'll be pi55ed!"

Happy Days!

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