Cause for celebration

I could find something to rant about today. How could I not? We live in Wankmaggot world.

I could type a few words about the Queen’s child with the most sense of privilege and least sense of duty being arrested.

Total aside… If you haven’t already seen it, do watch Scoop on Netflix.

I could, as I have been intending to do, write about Cuba, not least how much I would like to see Canada give the US the middle finger by sending as much aid as soon as possible. (Unfortunately, we can’t send Cuba the one thing it desperately needs – oil – because we have no way of getting it there and, as this CBC piece points out, “Canada’s oil is owned by private companies, and most of them have operations in the U.S., making it unlikely those companies would risk facing economic punishment from the Trump administration”. Grr.)

But I’m not going to rant today. Today I am going to celebrate. If you’ve been following the cat/dog saga, you will understand how exciting this is.

MAISIE CAME DOWNSTAIRS!

Yes, of her own volition, Maisie came downstairs while I was watching television. She even got up on the sofa with me. She didn’t stay long, but oh how thrilling it was that she decided to leave the safety of the other side of the baby gate and venture forth.

In other news, Ember seems to be sort of getting it. The other day she reduced her normal BARK (which gets her sent back downstairs) to a much gentler WOOF. Still sent Maisie scurrying under the bed, but an improvement nonetheless.

I feel for Ember, I really do. All she wants is touch noses and sniff Maisie’s bum. She just doesn’t get it.