Trust and kittens

Kittens are really extraordinarily trusting little beasties. I weigh approximately a hundred times as much as squeaky or speedy but they are not in the least intimidated by that. They'll play rough with me, pounce on my head, hunt my fingers and toes or just curl up happily right next to me. I don't think that I could get that comfortable with something that weighed ten tons.

Weekend update

A weekend of stuff.

Saturday. To the St. Lawrence Market for peaches, sausages and assorted veg. Later to The Square to watch Nomads. The 3rds disposed of the Scottish to go through to the final of their playoffs. The 2nds demolished Waterloo II to retain their comfortable division lead. The 1sts played mostly dreadfully. The ball retention was especially ghastly but a few moments of class and some dogged defence saw them finish 25-10 winners over Waterloo I (plus the bonus point for four tries). Winning the division and promotion to the 'A' division is still in sight. This is a most frustrating team. When they are firing they are absolutely magnificent. The trouble is they do it for only a few minutes every game.

Sunday. Nervy morning IMing with jupitah and itchyfidget before going out to play in a birthday game for the world's most obnoxious Yorkshireman (no not Geoffrey Boycott). It was an odd game for me as I was playing for my old boys team against a side mostly made up of former team mates. It got fairly lively but I think we ran out winners by one try. Not my greatest game ever as I missed a few tackles but I did manage one really classy line out steal and a lot of nitty gritty ball winning/ball retention stuff. Let's face it I never was a glamour player and I'm not going to start now.

The kittens are doing great. Squeaky is a real little toe and finger biter and strongly disapproves of me reading. Speedy is more mellow and she can amuse herself for ages climbing the cat tree or demolishing the lemur's furry slippers.