Of continued blogging. There was a cat in a tree outside our three story kitchen window this afternoon. Baxter just about died. We saw Tom for a beer at the Southern Cross later and Baxter told him about it. The telling went “Mao! Baby!”.

(By way of explanation, we call this particular neighbourhood cat Baby Mao, because she is a baby mao. I knew what he was talking about.)

Posted at 10:43pm.