Showing posts with label Samosa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samosa. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 January 2016

It's A Psychobunny Freakout!

You know what that look is for...

Incoming parsley, freakout in 3...2...1...

Saturday, 19 December 2015

Why Wait?

BHV: No Samosa, you help yourself to all the snacks in my pocket, why would I mind? [sigh]

"[.crunch.crunch.crunch.]"

Saturday, 14 November 2015

When The Munching's Over...

Too easy to get distracted staring at those nomming little chompers. Not sure I've left enough time and parsley to escape. Oh well, the peace was nice while it lasted...

...nom.nom.nom...

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Tuesday Tail #58

This photo is from a few weeks back, I believe I am just out of shot to the left getting mildly chomped. That said, out of me and Valentino, I'm still not sure I got the worst end of this deal...

Saturday, 7 November 2015

Saturday Morning Breakfast Carrots

I have decided to give in to what I believe was Samosa's plan all along - the only sure-fire way to avoid a good chompin' from those teefs is to be super-quick stuffing snacks in their way.

"...nom.nom.nom..."

"You've nuffin' to fear from my teefs."

"And for as long as I'm getting these good carrots with the tops for breakfast, I'll be happy to put a good word in with Samosa for you and your fingers..."

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Halloween 2015

What do we fear the most?

A terror that confronts us head on, one that we can see and maybe even rationalise?

Or is it the unknown creature, with terrifying teeth, that lurks in the darkness?

My heart skips a beat as I pass the shadows, imagination battling feverishly against any sense of reason. My pace quickens. Did I just see something move? A shape? A...thing? Now my pulse pounds in my temple, my heartbeat thunders in my chest. But...is there even anything there?

No longer can I take the sense of not knowing. I stop. I reach out a trembling hand, slowly towards the blackness...

Stay safe, people.

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

The Illusory Passing of Parsley

"If you think about it, the very nature of parsley is transient. From seed to growth to harvest to bowl to litter tray, all in such a short space of time. The impermanence is almost built in, it whisks through existence right into nothingness so quickly, so quickly in fact that you may as well have nothing in that bag. It appears to us so fleeting that one can barely grasp it before it is gone. Yeah, give that some thought."

"Oh, and by the way? While you were thinking about it I ate all your parsley."