Of mice and mischief

The prices of some cat toys are not even faintly ridiculous. They are blatantly, in yer face and quite unashamedly preposterous. Though not, admittedly, as preposterous as pushchairs for pets (yes, really, have a little look online but make sure you’re sitting down first). Our very own Feline Detectives, McCready and Gilmour, are indoor moggies so we make a real effort to make sure they have plenty of stimulation, but there’s no point in breaking the bank. Not if it means fewer chew sticks, anyway. This would, trust me, only precipitate the application of a succession of already well-honed hard stares, each more than worthy of the small bear from Darkest Peru himself. So what to do?
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A hot, hot bath

It is, I admit (albeit somewhat grudgingly), altogether possible that there are things far worse than a cardboard bath panel. There are, in all undeniable probability, things that are worse even than a cardboard bath panel that has (inexplicably) a shiny black coating and various damaged patches. But I don’t like it, dammit, and something must be done about it, and that something is this:

Bath makeover time.

Bath makeover time.

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Cinnamon Bear Pair

So, it would appear that Cinnamon Bear is a fan of Uncle Neil. Clearly a bear with a musical ear and very good taste, then. Not that I doubted it for a second. Cinnamon Bear has also, it seems, been chatting to Colin the Robin, because – as I predicted – he suggested I might like to make him a female companion. Luckily, I was one step ahead of him:

Cinnamon Boy meets Cinnamon Girl.

Cinnamon Boy meets Cinnamon Girl.

Yes, thanks to my lovely little Cinnamon Bear kit from the ever-wonderful Fringe, we now have two little bears to try to save from the incorrigible clutches of the Feline Detectives, which – as we know from Colin’s brush with death – is no mean feat.

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