The Ship That Sails Itself to Valinor

He's about 11 months, and was rehomed, but his new people decided over the first night(!) that he was too nervous for them, and returned him the next day so he's come to us for a bit of rest and relaxation before trying again. 

He is actually surprisingly friendly when he decides to come out to say hello, but has spent most of his time hiding away so far. 

It poured with rain this morning. I hoped that it might be raining less in Pembroke, so I took Theo there for a walk. But it was not raining less. It was not raining so hard that the Commons were flooded, as has happened a few times this winter, though I did end up rather cautiously driving through a giant puddle that ran right across the road.

Everyone else was driving through it and there was no easy way to wimp out by the time I saw it with traffic behind me, so I just aimed at the middle and hoped. And made it!

Theo and I went for a very short walk and soon agreed that it was too wet for walking. We went to a cafe instead.( Dog, castle, and mirror dinghy )

I have been intermittently drawing things, but have been worse than usual about posting them anywhere. So, here are a few of them:

( Various Arty Stuffs Under the Cut )

The foster kittens and their mum are gone! Binx has gone to a new home, but Dumpling and Gusgus's home dropped out at the last minute so they are at the rescue tonight. Dumpling has a second offer and will be going there tomorrow morning.

Someone is interested in Gusgus too, but that's not finalised, and they will all be going to different homes.

I'm a bit sad because they were still very fond of one another and spent most of their time playing or cuddled up. Still, they say it's harder to find homes for black cats, and I'm sure they will adjust. Binx will be happy to have a bit more human company and would really like to be able to go into the garden, which in her new home she can.

I added some photos from today to my foster kittens album. 

I let them into the room where the boat lives for a bit to play this morning, and they were delighted to find some hedge clippings waiting in there to go to the recycling centre.

Gusgus also scaled the Mirror and explored it, and 'helped' me untangle all the straps I used to put the boat on the car. He really is gigantic for his age: he's 13 weeks and over 1.8 kilos already! He's going to be a monster cat.

I bought a sailing dinghy! It was fifty quid. Pretty sure I'm going to spend about four times that on buying paint and replacing all the ropes. She was born in 1972 so we are nearly the same age.

From what I can see, the wood looks pretty good, but the paint is very tired and peeling, and the varnish has also seen better days. Of course there may be horrors lurking under the paint, but I am optimistic.

( photos )