So poor Buster, a cat of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; I have borne him on my back a thousand times, has gone to the happy hunting grounds. He lived in London with Ian and Ann.
Upside down Buster.
Well, I now have a pet whom I have named Buster in honor of er Buster. She is a baby kangaroo. I got her in Perth. I am a bit disappointed as I thought she was a real baby kangaroo. Apparently not. She certainly hasn’t eaten anything for nearly a week but is still alive so I suppose she can’t be real.
Here is a video of Buster.
Hello everybody, my name is Buster.
We had a very good concert at the university yesterday. There were ballerinas and everything.
Nut crackers
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 