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Like most white girls from the suburbs, I love animals. I even volunteered at the SPCA for a year. I grew up with a golden retriever named Prince – The Dog That Ate Vaseline Intensive Care Cream – who brought hours of joy and laughter to my family.
And now the husband and I have Boo, a black cat with white socks and velveteen fur. We didn’t choose her, she just moved in one day and never left.
She has a million different names bestowed upon her, mostly by Alistair – Fatness, Konvunt, Ikran (yes, after the creature in Avatar), Boo Velvet, etc. I have tried to put her on a bit of a diet, but Alistair flouts this all the time. She kept getting very ill until we put her on Hill’s Science Prescription food. She likes to drink out of the water glass beside my bed. She is possibly the most adored animal in the country. Well, one of them.
And that brings me to my new blog feature for people who love their pets so much that they have ridiculous names for them and think their quirky behaviour is a sign of profound intelligence – Pet Project Thursday.
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I wrote this a year ago on my old blog. I think it’s worth sharing again in the lead up to a new blog feature I’ll be introducing…
When my best friend and I were 13, we dreamed of sharing a big house with a menagerie of mutts. Toy poms and huskies for her, golden retrievers and ridgebacks for me.
Last night we watched Marley & Me … Two of the most unsentimental 27 year-old women on the planet sniffling away …
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* My cat covering her eyes with her paws when I opened the blinds.
* Long skype chats with faraway people.
* Being maid-of-honour at Leanne’s wedding – a beautiful friend and bride (with a wicked sense of humour).
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My stance is this: I’ll listen to your point-of-view if it’s well-informed, cleverly constructed and you don’t take yourself too seriously. Good grammar is also essential. There’s no excuse for spelling ‘relevant’ as ‘relevent’ unless you’ve gone 48 hours without sleep and have consumed enough vodka to plaster a small Russian village.
