And pronounces it unsatisfactory.
Pete thinks that EnRon look like the Kray twins in this photo. And they are very good to their mother …
Never liking to be behind the curve, you will now find us Twittering at twitter.com/jordancats. If we can be arsed.
Despite having ADSL *and* cable here, we’ve been having problems with connectivity this week. I plan to do some diagnostics in the next couple of days - closing WAN channels on the firewall, rebooting cable modem and ADSL router, that sort of thing.
But now I think I see the problem - pluth in the comms stack. A difficult one to solve, I fear …
They grow ever bigger, and ever more exploratory. Today Ron spent time on the speaker mounted on the wall above my desk, then moved to sit on the box files on shelves a bit further along.
He’s a big like Gollum in some respects - all limbs and clinging. And he’s gorgeous.
In other news, he is now coming in and out the window with aplomb. Henry has just - as of yesterday - decided he will come in that way. He’s not at all happy about exiting, but that will come.
We have a fish pond, and a stream at the bottom of the garden. It is thus somewhat of a rite of passage for cats in this household that they at some point come home very wet indeed. With Bada, we had to hose her down with jugfuls of warm water at 1 a.m. Iggy and Mustrum have often come in very moist, where clearly one of their full and frank exchanges of views has taken them into the stream. Here’s Drumknott in a fairly soggy state.
Henry is very interested in the fish in the pond, but he is also obsessed with chasing insects, and dances across the garden in pursuit; I said to Pete the other day that he would probably end up in the pond. And so it was this morning.
He didn’t seem remotely bothered, and Ron helped him clean up. The fish, however, were huddled at the bottom of their pond, and seemed unimpressed.
Ron’s very favourite toy is this little blue glittery ball - it’s made of foam rubber, so it’s very light and he likes to carry it around in his sharp pointy teeth.
It vanishes from our view occasionally, but he always knows where it is and fetches it out again when he wants to play with it. Unfortunately, he did so this morning while the Roomba was roaming the hall, and so an Unfortunate Incident occurred.
I think the toy won as, although the Roomba swallowed it up, the poor machine made its mournful lowing noise, and had to be evacuated.