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After two days with the new cats, it's very clear that it is cats who domesticate humans, not the other way around. Leaving them today, I went all *lump in throat*. They got their hooks and claws right under my skin!

Arvid is three years old, a bit of a bully and _solid_. When he first saw the Big Outdoors he took off with a speed I've never seen in a cat before. Bliss!

Bianca is two and the cutest, slimmest thing you ever had curling around your legs or purring on your stomach. The first thing she did when being let outdoors was hunt -- until she saw how big it all was and got very scared. Didn't take long for her to bring home her first prey, though: a butterfly, that she took into the kitchen and ate, noisily.

Today the discovered torrential rain, and expressed dislike, loudly.

And now I'm home again, catless. Well at least I don't have to worry, close-up as it were, about them not learning in time that Cars Are Dangerous, as are barrels full of rainwater, and that badgers should not be approached.

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Weird stuff happening in Oslo. Why? How come? Who would want to blow up Norwegians, and shoot them?