St.Jude’s Fury

I was lying awake in my bed early this morning, listening to the  commotions outside.
St.Jude the Storm was creaming London. It was beating up trees, kicking around traffic cones, wiping bits & pieces off from roof gardens, starting up car alarms…etc. In short, I was having a huge tantrum. And I was holding my breath, feeling the awesome power of the storm…

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Mr.B was very unsettled by the noise too.
His super-sensitive ears pricked up and he was fearing for an imminent danger. Don’t worry, we are safe in here.
But I will hold the lead extra firmly when I walk you this morning. So you won’t be swept away by the gust…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

The Routine

In the morning, Mr.B has a routine.
He has to climb up on my lap and practises a nap before moving on to the Strawberry HQ or a Cath Kidson dog bed under the table for another kip…

 

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Some busy mornings interfere the routine and I have to deny his persistent request to be picked up – a furious scratching on my shins.
Once he realises that it’s not gonna happen, he retreats to one of the dens and sulks for a long time.

One late morning, Mr. B emerges from the SBHQ after a self-imposed exile…

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Please, Mr.Hermit Crab, please snap out of  your sour mood…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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