The cat that slept on my laptop keyboard for most of the last three years having been temporarily fostered out to my brother, this is the nearest equivilent to a furry animal that a city-centre apartment will sustain.
As small plastic dinosaurs go, he’s actually quite cute in a rather camp sort of way – he was found outside on a wall with his left leg about a hundred yards away, so he was a bit faded and rather waterlogged. The leg got back stuck on again, but he doesn’t roar when you press his button anymore – although to look at him it’s more likely you’d get an “ooooooh, get her”. I’m reliably informed by my resident seven-year old dinosaur expert that he’s not a very good model because he’s only got two claws on his front feet and three toes on his hind legs. Apparently spinysauruses and bloodygreatbigteethosaurs have more than two front claws. And not being seven, how would I know any different?
The diagram that he’s standing on is a mindmap for the upcoming marketing strategy exam, which is why I haven’t got much any revision done this evening…
