s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

Cute Roadkill:

Okay, roadkill’s what he very nearly was, as Stephen nearly ran him over on the way out of the valley to do some errands. None of the neighbors have laid claim, so based on his clean eyes, ears and nose, litterbox savvy, and demanding purr, we’re assuming some bastard drove him out here and dumped him. NeverMIND that it’s now POURING RAIN. He’s got a nasty little cough that we figure is either a chest infection or lung worms.

Now he’s my Twelfth Night pressie. Assuming the vet check tomorrow goes okay. (No, we do NOT need another cat…) We’ve got him shut up in the mud room with a hot water bottle for the night.

Found while getting rid of some concrete retaining wall thingies left behind by the former owners:

The concrete went to a neighbor of ours who’s a mad landscaper — he’s planting the view he’ll eventually have from his house, once he he gets around to actually designing and building it. Apparently his kitset barn/garage is quite comfy.

The weta went back into the bushes under the pohutakawa tree.