Okay, so a centimetre of snow fell, and yes, I’m totally grateful for that. London may be getting another foot before bedtime, but a cm is more snow than I’ve seen in this country in my adult life. Also grateful was Dexter, who’d never seen snow settled on the ground before. He seemed quite taken.

This isn’t spectacular action, but it’s Dex playing in snow, and it’s cute.

There’s a high quality version in the options on the farthest right button.

My life has become a Tom & Jerry cartoon. Two nights ago, sat up a bit late after writing a complicated email, it was 3.30am and I was long, long overdue for bed. I heard a noise to my right, and assumed Dexter was in the room. However, looking back up at me was not the naughty face of a cat, but a cheeky little rodent nose poking out from between two piles of videogame boxes stacked on the floor beside me. A little mouse, shaking his tiny fist at being spotted by the giant human.

“Well,” I said, “what are we going to do with you?” The mouse didn’t reply, because it’s a mouse, and as such cannot talk, nor even comprehend the concept of a verbal language. However, through the mutual communication shared through our mammalian roots, I was able to tell the mouse’s instinctual reply was, “Hide behind the mess all over your floor, and poo.”

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It’s been ages since I posted a picture of Dexter. So why not.

Two more.

At the end of a long day, Dexter likes to sit down with a mug of coffee and watch some TV.

New Dexter pics are up.

But be warned: some are really frightening.

Dexter got an early my-birthday present:

Which Dexter seems to approve of.