Sun, May. 11th, 2008, 11:30 am
So it was our anniversary yesterday and my beautiful man took me to a lovely hotel in Cottesloe for the night to celebrate. ONE NIGHT... not even 24 hours and we get home to find a cat turd in the hall. Fatman, who was left double the amount of food he normally would get by a paranoid mother hoping he wouldn't starve over night, and a new full litter tray, has made it quite clear how he felt about being left by himself! I then found more cat turd in the bedroom, my clothes and a lovely damp patch which reeked of cat piss as well! It is so bad on some of my clothes that they will have to be thrown out.
*Goes off to wash all the clothes which were on the floor mumbling "fuckin cat...fucking skin, stuff and fucking mount the fucking cat"*
WARNING-GRUMPY WOMAN RANTS
The doc put me on antibiotics to clear up tonsillitis. Which it did quite well...only it moved from my throat to my sinus's and I'm not a happy girl.
I had forgotten all about a professional development day I had book in for at the beginning of the year which just happened to be yesterday -SATURDAY goddamnit. It was quite a nice learning experience about fabric and fibers but I could have better spent the day in bed resting and not in a room full of airborne nastys.
I even gave up the 'first Sunday of the month' breaky with my friends. Now I'm grumpy, sooky and coughing my lungs up as the cold air creeps in...wishing I had just one more day in bed.
*shakes fist like a grumpy old woman*
Hopefully I'll be feeling ok and able to see my folks tomorrow...I had to cancel Friday dinner cos I canna go near dad while I'm sick
Tue, Apr. 22nd, 2008, 08:35 pm
Many birthday happinesses to Ms Bec...
may your year be filled with joy.
I'm glad I'm on holidays because I think it is gonna take me a couple of days to process the news I got today. We have lived with this for so long. The times between knocks is getting shorter and the prognosis worse each time.
I'm finally entering a part of my life where I can give back to the people who have been there supporting me for so long and it is getting too late.
My first post since I lost The Bosch had to be a bit of fun...
Comment and I'll
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you can post this in your LJ. MEME
Bosch was a beautiful little cat and seven years is a long time to be lucky enough to have such a joyful little creature in my life.
I found him as a stray kitten in a toilet at a place I used to work. He was tiny, covered in fleas, starving and terrified. I took him to the vets but found I couldn't leave him there, despite being quite hard up at the time and unsure if I should take on another cat. It was a good decision.
I know he knew he was loved and in return he gave so much affection. There were times when he was so insistent on getting a smooch that I would have to stop whatever it was I was doing just to pat him. And he would snuggle in and purr so loudly you couldn't help but feel the love. He was so intent on getting attention sometimes he would forget that he was only perched on my lap and he would roll unceremoniously onto the floor. Unlike other cats he wouldn't act all dignified he'd just look a little shocked before climbing back up and resuming the smooch.
I will miss the noises he made... the 'MARRM' as he wandered down the hall checking to see if I was home. The 'brrrut' as he jumped into my lap. And the soft purr and snuffling as he was getting a cuddle. Most of all I will miss the way he would roll onto his back when he saw me coming and stretch his paws out to get my attention for a smooch. You know he never quite got the hang of not clawing. Or walking all over me or Scott as if we were just another part of the furniture.
I think I knew on Thursday when he didn't come home that he wasn't going to. I tried to keep hopeful but part of me knew he was dead. He hasn't been mauled as far as I could see and I guess I will never knew how he died but he looked peaceful. He was curled up, his eyes were closed and he was at home, camouflaged under some grass next to the back wall of the house ironically just near the toilet.
He was only a cat, a little grey cat, but he meant so much to me.
Sat, Feb. 9th, 2008, 08:23 pm
Thank you to those wishes of a safe return for Bosch.
He was found curled up under some grass in one of his favourite spots this afternoon. He seemed quite peaceful.
He was the most beautiful little cat and I have been very lucky to have him in my life
Fri, Feb. 8th, 2008, 08:38 pm
Bosch hasn't been seen or heard from since Wed morning. In 7 years he has never stayed out over two nights and when hes been a dirty stop out over 1 night there has always been evidence that he's been back for food. As you can guess I'm really really worried.
We've checked down the back lane and chatted to the neighbours on each side. I called the council and they told us to call the cat haven. I've called the cat haven and left a message but no ones got back to me... i've email them too with photos... flyers have gone out to the houses on our street... the side street and the street behind us and i've put a couple down at the local park. I've called the local vet too... does anyone know of anything else i can do?
Had the best Australia Day in quite a number of years.
Started off a little shaky with too much maybe they will maybe they wont... but they did and we all went off to a friends BBQ.
BBQ was kid friendly with a large paddling pool which the girls took to while we sat around and chatted in the shade. The meat we got last minute (read on the way to the BBQ) was awesome which was a surprise cos the steaks brought last minute on Aust day, in the past, have been a little dodge.
After the kids had pruned in the water for a few hours we headed home for showers before taking the train to the city. T was wearing my union jack dress and IP was supporting a train of stars to complete the flag motif. I had nabbed a headband with two bobbling aussie flags from the hostess at the BBQ so we were suitably attired for the event.
I got noticed by a few of my students... hell there were over 20,000 people in the city by that time and my school is no where near the city centre... but no I see students ...and they see me!
To a good-natured chorus of "HEY MISS!" we were followed down the street. They were last seen heading to the foreshore screaming AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE Oi Oi Oi!... nothing if not original hey?
We tried to catch a bus up to Kings Park but it was just turning 7 which was the cut off for transperth along st georges. So we walked instead. It wasn't too hot cos we were in the shadow of the buildings and there was quite a nice breeze but we were all glad to be at the top after the trudge up the hill on Mount Rd. After a few calls to my sisters, who we were meeting up with, we found the group and settled into a few hours rest, play and chatting.
Our view was ok...too many people standing in front to see all that well but the vibe was good, the kids enjoyed it, I got to share time with my sisters, and a few hugs with my beautiful man all with some awesome fireworks.
Quote from my 9yr old nephew when the was a particularly large firework. "phwarrr- That was fuckin huge!" (it was too in the moment for his mother to be angry with him).
Walked down to the train station which arrived within 2 mins...got off and got home- 30mins tops
seamless and smooth. No hissy-fits no sunburn.
Fri, Jan. 4th, 2008, 07:24 pm
I guess the only resolution for the new year is to look after myself better than I did in the year just gone.
This should include:
- Less stressing about work & putting my all into work
- More time doing stuff I love
- Less caring about what others think
- More spending time with friends, family, and those who are my joy
- Less eating
- More love
I'll keep you posted...