Spencer doing her best impersonation of Marie " Let Them Eat C*** " Antoinette.

Terribly hazy today, until 4pm when it started to drizzle. Mera was running upstairs at the first ruble of thunder, and squeezed himself between the bedhead and the wall. Spencer slept on, with her walking braces.

Yes, I bought Spencer a walking brace. It was one of those purchases which seemed like a great idea at that time. And San and Wei have been so much success with their cats.

Then Sister J asked me which cat I would be expecting to bring for a walk at the garden.

Spencer would start to scream before we reach the staircase.

Mera would refuse to cooperate, because he is The King. Not a dog.

Auntycat. Too ugly.

Hat. Would probably want to squirm underneath the cars and take me with him.

Kiki. Not my cat actually.

BH2. Won't stop rolling on the ground.

Calico. Too busy with her kids.

YellowBoy. We just get to know each other.

So. It is back to Option 1.