Friday, January 12th, 2007...1:34 pm
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Except this otter, which is the best I could do at the moment.
The photo is by
eilidhmacaskill at flickr, using the handy flickr “blog this photo” thingy – follow the link on her name below to see all manner of animal cuteness.
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January 12th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
what’s its name?
January 12th, 2007 at 1:47 pm
Um … Ottilia?
January 12th, 2007 at 1:59 pm
*clap!*
January 12th, 2007 at 2:50 pm
*ccccccclllllAAP!*
January 12th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
I got a little over-excited when I saw your post… but I wasn’t really waiting for an otter. I think subconsciously I believe that once yours arrives, mine will get closer.
I hope that the waiting is driving you batty. All the best.
January 12th, 2007 at 3:17 pm
I think I told you about my sister’s 2nd child — due date passed, then passed by alot. Inducement scheduled. Then doc looked at file again and said oh sorry you’re actually not due for another two weeks. Go back to your horrid flat in Westmead with your toddler in the middle of summer and wait it out some more, girlfriend.
On the upside meant the child was born on my 21st birthday instead of some nondescript and completely meaningless day in january.
January 12th, 2007 at 3:24 pm
Can I stop sitting here with my legs crossed in sympathy yet?
January 12th, 2007 at 4:05 pm
Awwwww. A widdle baby otter! Almost as good as a baby.
Actually, in some ways, even better than a baby. Can you train a baby to swim and do tricks? I think not!
January 12th, 2007 at 4:11 pm
There’s an 18 month year old of my acquaintance who swims under water like an otter in his parents’ pool. Spooky but true.
January 12th, 2007 at 4:12 pm
Well, welcome to the world little Maxwell Tobias Fenchurch Andrews.
January 12th, 2007 at 5:19 pm
Poor Zoe. I hope you have something really gripping to read.
I’m a bit shocked that an attempt to go out to dinner and a movie didn’t bring it on in a flash, actually. Vindaloo, too.
January 13th, 2007 at 12:16 am
He has his Daddy’s eyes and whiskers and his Mummy’s ability to surround and dominate a bottle.
January 13th, 2007 at 9:32 am
Kate, surely babies can be trained to swim and do tricks?
The otter sure is cute though. Look at its wee tiny little fingernails.
*CLAP*
January 13th, 2007 at 10:51 am
*CLAP*
Don’t worry, folks, now I’m back, I will be first on teh scene to tell you the results. That is, if they tell me.
January 13th, 2007 at 1:34 pm
*claaaap*
January 13th, 2007 at 6:49 pm
***************clfriggingap*****************
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(fyi zoe and ducky, I have now seen the whole of the office –twice– , the rest of extras and feel more human, somehow. Downloading the american version which seriously are supposed to be v. good.)
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January 13th, 2007 at 7:34 pm
zoe – everything going swimmingly? – you otter be congratulated
and you, sir, otter be ashamed of yourself – Z
January 14th, 2007 at 6:38 am
That’s a good name for your son: Tarka.
January 14th, 2007 at 6:38 am
Sorry, I forgot the clap.
*clap already*
January 14th, 2007 at 1:35 pm
*clap* ( & if the babe refuses to budge, drive about in a car with little fuel til it runs out, stranding you on a major thoroughfare seems to work. Ah yes the Anzac Bridge in peak hour I seem to remember…)
January 14th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
Clap.
How about Parmisan? That’s a good name.
January 14th, 2007 at 7:48 pm
Otter robbish, Christine Keeler. Parmisan as a name is far too cheesy.
January 14th, 2007 at 8:33 pm
Only four phone calls today to see if we’d had a baby.
January 14th, 2007 at 9:12 pm
*Clllllaaaappppppp*
January 14th, 2007 at 10:04 pm
I’m too full to clap.
January 15th, 2007 at 6:12 am
is this hairy critter enjoying an RSS feed?
January 15th, 2007 at 7:12 am
i reckon there’s a bestseller in it….Harry Otter and the Goblet of Pethidine?
January 15th, 2007 at 11:37 am
Unlike others, I’ve got nothing witty to say so I’ll just say “that’s cute”.
January 15th, 2007 at 11:56 am
Nice
beaverotter.Sorry, got bored waiting for someone else to drop the obvious joke.
*golf clap*
January 15th, 2007 at 3:11 pm
crap!*cough* CLAP!!!January 15th, 2007 at 4:52 pm
Y’know, an otter pregancy only lasts about 70 days.
In otter news:
- after mating, female otters can keep the fertilized eggs from implanting and beginning to grow into babies for up to a year; and
- baby otters are naturally buoyant and “float like little hairy corks.”
January 16th, 2007 at 12:18 am
Amazonian otters are the only social otter and live in groups of up to 17.They are extraordinarily arsey bastards and harrass 4metre long mugger crocodiles until the crocodile pisses off. Check out the Attenborough series ‘Earth’, the episode about rivers and freshwater for this truly awesome display.
Fyodor, it’s really easy to tell beavers from otters: otters smell like fish.
January 16th, 2007 at 10:12 am
God, that hairy cork image was so cuuuuuute
January 16th, 2007 at 7:42 pm
Hair cork. Snigger.
January 16th, 2007 at 7:43 pm
Oh FFS.
Hairy cork.
Gah. Brain very dead. Long day. Can’t type. Will return anon. Stop.
January 17th, 2007 at 7:53 am
Going to work doing your head in, Kate? It is tiring, innit?
January 17th, 2007 at 8:38 am
You still here?
January 17th, 2007 at 9:34 am
He’s got a built in swimming pool in there Thirdcat, he’s not going anywhere in this heat. Hope Mummy is coping with this heat as well.
January 17th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
I went 10 days over, and it was the longest 10 days of my life.
That is, until the baby came, and she was a refluxy screamer.
Not quite sure how we survived the first year – its still a blur 10 years later.
Here’s to a placid and amicable little bubster Zoe!!
January 17th, 2007 at 3:17 pm
Clap.
I have resolved to tell everyone that I am due 10 days after my real due date… I wonder if they will conveniently forget the date that I told them earlier.
Good luck Zoe.
January 17th, 2007 at 3:23 pm
On the other hand, an elephant’s pregnancy lasts 22 months.
*CLAP!*
In otter news:
- the collective noun for a group of otters is a romp: and
- a three year old sea otter (Enhydra lutris) called Gertrude was the first aquatic carnivore to fly a jet aircraft, taking the controls of a Folland Gnat dual trainer over the North Sea for around 40 minutes in April 1961. Not many people know this.
Her co-pilot, Flt Lt Dick “Pinky” Tompkins, initially described the experience as “whizzo” and then later as “I must have blacked out from the g-forces there for while Sir” before being invalided out of the RAF for alcohol abuse.
Gertrude however went on to become the second highest ranked female sea otter in the British armed forces. She is now retired, living in the Lake District and writing her memoirs, tentively entitled ‘Fishies, fishies, fishies, oh how I love them fishies.”
A MoD spokesman said last year that while Gertrude was free to publish what she liked within the constraints of operational security issues, he doubted the nation’s interests would be best served by yet another reminder of how so many members of the Mustelidae family were able to inflitrate the services during the cold war era.
*clap*
January 17th, 2007 at 4:50 pm
From GroundHog Day.
I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster and drank pina coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. *That* was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I get that day over and over and over…
*clap*
January 17th, 2007 at 4:56 pm
*clap*
January 17th, 2007 at 5:44 pm
*CLAP*
I bet your kid is taking it easy in the womb, lazing and lying about. Music, please!
*Sound of harp tuning up*
THE WOMB SONG
(To be sung to the tune of ‘I do like to be beside the seaside’)
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s wo-omb,
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s womb,
Yes, it is a life idylic-all
To feed on juice umbilical,
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s womb.
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s wo-omb,
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s womb,
Yes, huzzah! and goodness gracious!
It is comfortable and spacious,
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s womb!
Spoken:
To adults who query
My ‘life in the womb’ theory,
I say, just listen to this:
There’s room enough here
To kick back, drink a beer,
It’s the perfect abode, full of bliss!
It’s not at all breezy
SUMMERTIME, AND THE LIVIN’ IS EASY!
Yes, that’s how good my life iss!
To be frankly specific,
Life here is t’riffic
Not to mention c’est magnifique –
At least, until I grow up!
Sung:
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s wo-omb,
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s womb,
I’m reading Madame Bovary
By the light of Mummy’s ovaries –
Oh I do like to be in Zoe’s womb!
*CLAP*
(I contemplated throwing a tap-dance sequence in there, but maybe that would have been overdoing it a bit)
January 17th, 2007 at 8:03 pm
Tim, I am touched. To my knowledge my ladyparts have featured in one short story, but never in song. Bless!
January 17th, 2007 at 9:31 pm
I’m launching a campaign that when this sprog pops out we shall have it snapped by a mobile fone and immediately be the PRIME post on a hundred australian blogs. Even if the little fucker is as ugly as sin.
Send it around.
January 18th, 2007 at 8:28 am
See, now this kid is just being *rude*.
I sure hope he’s more polite and punctual once he’s finished gargling amniotic fluid.
January 18th, 2007 at 12:02 pm
A name for Tim’s pome: Sproggerel.
January 18th, 2007 at 12:35 pm
Come out, come out, whoever you are.
January 18th, 2007 at 12:35 pm
C L A P
January 18th, 2007 at 4:04 pm
*tip-toe tip-toe tip-toe*
BOO!!
No? Doesn’t work for hiccups either.
January 18th, 2007 at 7:54 pm
Nabakov, I really didn’t know that, even though I was an ardent fan of otters when I was a wee tacker. Guess it was still top secret then though.
**clap**
January 19th, 2007 at 9:48 am
Here’s hoping you are now in active labour in an airconditioned hospital or birth centre.
I also hope labour doesn’t decide to stop once you get there, causing cruel nurses to make you go out and browse bookshops in the gear you put on to be in labour (worst ever tracky dacks and worst ever T shirt, donned in expectation of blood and things, and to be chucked out after use)
January 19th, 2007 at 11:25 am
clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!
January 19th, 2007 at 2:28 pm
clap?
January 19th, 2007 at 6:56 pm
Not wanting to be a copy
clap, erm, cat but…clap??
January 19th, 2007 at 9:10 pm
clap
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