I check my spam folders regularly, no spam (or letters, come to that) from you. It bemuses me - I get a lot caught in the blog filter and, as it doesn't get through, I don't see why they bother. It's a damn nuisance.
Hi BW! I didn't try to send you any emails, but a few more weeks and I might've. Hope you had a wonderful trip to SA and back.
I wish I could give you good advice for your email woes. Perhaps a re-start is what is needed, you would have to gather all you contacts and let them know, however. Best of luck!
Oh, I'd collect trolleys/carts for a buck each, too. I don't know of that system anywhere over here, though.
Am I hallucinating on the kittehs? I thought they were black - or is that the mums? How many kittehs now?
Welcome home. I must check the trolleys here when I shop. Like Sue I thought the cats were all black ones?
Their mummy was/is black, the daddy was a huge white bruiser (now gone), there were 3 white (1 went to a new home) and 2 black and white kittens a couple of years ago now.
One black (the mummy) and one black and white (the sister) disappeared (but I think I know where they are living, and Cleaner BW saw the black in November), so we now regularly have two white, one black and white, and one black (the grandma/great aunt).
They are all good hunters. And one of the whites has just - today - learnt to walk on the polytunnel. Goodness knows how she gets up there, but, we are not happy. Cat claws and plastic are not the best of friends.
Ha! While very much agreeing with your comment about claws and plastic, you have to admire ingenuity - Go Kittehs!
My childhood cat was forever being sworn at by my dad for squashing his seedlings, having wormed his way under the side of the cloche for a warm nap :-)
In other news and potentially in the nature of a public service announcement: should the vole/mouse brought in and released by your cat attempt to escape via the bath plughole overnight, only to expire halfway down thus leaving the rear half of the body sticking up from said plughole - repeated applications of oil accompanied by first clockwise, then counterclockwise gentle jigglings administered via the tail, will eventually release the whole of the corpse for disposal rather than leaving half of it stuck in your bath U-bend...
Sue that sounds a horrible experience. And also why all our animals live outside.
It was for a friend - she'd been trying to pull it out by the tail, but was afraid of pulling it in half. It was a sad ending for Mr Vole/Mouse, but I gained many points for thinking of the oil and eventual success. And altogether a much 'better' experience than trying to find and evict the very much alive and pissed off foot-long East End rats my dearly departed puss used to present me with. It's the price you pay for being cat-staff - begrudgingly and with bad words sometimes - but worth it for all the other times when you get cat smoochies. Obviously, you have done some witchy magic to be able to resist the compulsion to rearrange your life and home 100% in service of your kittehs :-)