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A tale of goat woe

While the photo in my last post lifted my heart, what I saw from my lounge window this afternoon nearly gave me heart failure.  Number one goat had Houdini-d herself from confinement and was sampling my vegetable patch.  Fortunately my screaming and wildly flailing arms distracted her enough to immediately stop her chomping, but it took a good ten minutes of us dancing around the vege patch until I managed to get her around the neck and wrangle her back to where she was supposed to be.

While she had a couple of futile snaps at the corn while playing cat and mouse with me, luckily what she seemed more interested in were the broccoli leaves rather than the broccoli itself.  Bitch won't be getting those as a special treat in a while.

Maybe. 

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Aww

Originally uploaded by bullywoolly.

This is what I saw when I opened my kitchen blinds this morning. It lifted my heart more than just a little.

Back by popular demand

Despite his hangover, Boston slowly remembers how his evening ended up.

The alternate title to this post is: it's day 8 and I have nothing.  NOTHING. The well is dry. The bolt has been shot. Add three more metaphors for I'm all out of ideas, and you'll start to get the picture.  And speaking of pictures, here, have another.

He can't even stand to look at her.

If I'm struggling for NaBloPoMo ideas, things have gone from bad to downright ugly on the NaNoWriMo front.  Frankly, I'm not excited by the story any more, I've achieved less than half of my target, and each day that goes by sees my required daily output grow exponentially.  If don't pull finger soon I'm not going to be able to claw my way back. Also I'm in the middle of marking exam papers and they pretty much suck my will to live.  I know! I'll just sit here and angst about it rather than actually doing anything!  Because that's always worked for me in the past!

I'm so glad that's been resolved.  And now for something a little different.

She knows what who Boston did last summer night.

What I see when I wake

To be accurate, I hear him before I see him, since he has a purring mechanism much like a 50cc motor-scooter. 

We are having sleeping issues. We have had sleeping issues since his birth. He is now fourteen.  I knew I should never have started with the co-sleeping.  Attachment parenting has a lot to answer for. 

Bedtime goes something like this:

• I get into bed.
• Less than one minute later, Boston gets into bed and arranges himself, as pictured, on my pillow.
• I move him onto his pillow -- that would be the pillow that is exactly the same as my pillow and is positioned on the bed exactly adjacent to my pillow.
• He gets off his pillow and back onto my pillow.
• I put him back.
• We repeat this dance approximately three more times.
• I become impatient.
• I put him back on his pillow.  I lay my head right down next to him and play the 'let's pretend this is my pillow and I am going to sleep here all night' game, wherein I stay there and pat him until he goes to sleep.
• He goes to sleep.
• I return to my pillow.
• Two seconds after I fall asleep, Boston returns to my pillow.

I wouldn't mind so much (actually I don't mind at all but shhhh) if he didn't have a violent disposition that only manifests itself while I'm sleeping.  A claw in the nostril here, a scratched eyeball there -- I'm at risk of grievous injury each time I close my eyes.

I love you baby, why you gotta treat me so bad?