Mar 23 2008

Easter cats

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On the 1hr drive to Reading from the Gatwick Animal Reception Centre Matrix rode gunshot purring, chatting and rubbing the journey away. Sampo silently hid under her food dish. Within an hour of being given free reign of the Wendy House Matrix had eaten, drunk, pooped, then snooped into every cat-sized orifice she could find. Meanwhile Sampo slurped a sack of water then watched the goings-on from the safety of under the dining room table before a tip-toe exploration.

Then. They both got on with the serious matter of snore-laden snoozing in front of the fake-real fire.

Pleasing the kitties was a primary influencer when selecting a new-old Wendy house. The main bedroom, conservatory and fake-real fire are already big-hits. Phew.

Tricky-test passed.

Now champagne and kebabs… Hoorah!


Nov 20 2007

BIG boo-hoo-meow-ing

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Today I’m catless, carless, surrounded by dissembled furniture and half packed suitcases. 

Goodbye blubbing by me and soulful wailing by Sampo.  Matrix looked her normal relaxed self.

Matrix and Sampo can’t join me in the UK until the last 4 months of their PETS passport process,  6 months quarantine, is finished.  Today they moved to their US foster home. 


Oct 02 2007

falling over: the Limerick edition

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I like to test the diverse effects of gravity in different countries and continents.  normally with the help of a curb.

While walking home from the atmospheric,  smoke-free, Tom Collins pub after one,  well two,  actually three, definitely not four pints of Smithwicks,  while crossing the road I tustled with the uneven curb and ended up sitting in the gutter

Passerby:  Are you alright?

Wendy:  I’ve twisted my ankle

Passerby:  No dancing for you tonight then!

I scooped myself up and hobbled home.   Once back in the US I hobbled myself to a medical center to be triaged by my fabulous nurse:

nurse:  what have you done this time?

Wendy: twisted my ankle,  I wasn’t skiing,  just crossing the road

The last 3 times we met she confirmed that I had broken a bone during a fall while downhill skiing.  She’s recommended that I stick with cross-country skiing.   No broken bones.  I have got the ankle wrapped-up in fancy medical bindings with streamline black velcro.