For the first time in ages we were given spaghetti and Rema got covered in it. Not sure how that came about. Something to do with The White One. It looked quite surreal to see her walk away with strands of it stuck to her coat and trailing behind her.

I forgot to mention, I spotted a familiar face whilst on my travels, but couldn't quite place it...

Changes

I've no idea where this picture was taken or where we were going. It was the usual story of being bungled into the travel home and taken on a ride. The smells and air temperatures would vary. Then our spaces would change. Rema and The White One's smell was a constant and Helena's regular. We revisited a sofa which bore historic scents and heard sounds which were familiar. After some time we encountered completely new smells and sounds. No idea where we were, how long we would be there or what would happen next, but Helena's smell was around, sometimes weak sometimes stronger. Fed as usual. Now back in our regular space. Temperature changes more varied. Caresses from Helena more appreciated.

Mmmmm.....