I look after my cats. They are taken to the vet for all the required shots, they are fed expensive food formulated for their size and age and they are groomed regularly, especially Frootloop as there is more fur than cat. I have bought every comb and brush under the sun, and found them all wanting. During summer she is groomed three or four times a week, but somehow still manages to shed enough fur to knit another cat.
The guy that cleaned the carpets also runs a pet grooming service from his van and told us of yet another grooming brush. I politely told him that they just don't work, and to prove it borrowed his to give Frootloop the once over. Then I bought the brush.
Today's post is brought to you by S for Synchronicity and A for Alzheimer's.
Synchronicity because the BFG's wife happens to work with someone that I went to primary with. Apparently she mentioned, (yes you B.D you little red headed playlunch temptress), that I hadn't aged well. I can't imagine why, it's only been 26 FREEKIN Years. Sorry. The therapy is working I swear.
I happen to have all of my class photos from that era, which is where the Alzheimer's comes in. I am, for the disinterest of you all, going to try to name each of the people in the photo. Some names are as clear as a bell, and some are a vague memory. I have, however, named this post with the name of the school and the year of the photo. If Google does it's job and anyone else is looking for information on their school years I may find the rest of the answers.
The blue painted seats of this little runabout and the clearness of the
water drew me to take this shot. The water was cold as the tide came
in, and crystal clear. It warmed up during the day and turned a
turquiose colour. Swimming in it was beautiful.