So states the picture hanging on our fridge.
The Darlinge has very kindly agreed to a cat joining our family. Luckily, we were able to get a beautiful Blue Point Siamese kitten from the lovely Donna . Slight problem has been lack of functioning air conditioning and the ongoing heatwave. Added to that the general entropy and apathy of the school holidays. Progress is slow but steady, however, at least two rooms in the house will be verbotten for Kitteh... Plus we now have really cold air con.Yay for us (even tho we increase our carbon footprint....)
Heat is a big killer for Lupus. I hates it, and so does my skin. The return of the dreaded deep itch so bad I want to gouge the skin off my right arm to stop it has returned, after a most welcome two years of respite. Darn it to heck.
Anyway, here's a picture of Sparta:
Apart from the wonderful red eye, isn't he just gorgeous? I have wanted a Siamese cat desperately for most of my life. I just love their blue eyes and the lovely elegance of the Orientals. I know many people really don't like the look of a siamese (Peter being among them), but this little man steals hearts...
So the great purge of the house continues. So far the body bag count is about 12+, with much much more to come.
As much as we need the money, I just can't do the Trash and Treasure thang in the middle of summer. So, all of the things that I would usually try and sell are going to the Salvos. I'm going to get into trouble from Moni, but I just desperately need the space. Now.
I went to the paper recycling yesterday to grab some cardboard boxes in which to pack the stuff for the Salvos. Paydirt!!!! FaCS had obviously just had a computer upgrade, and there were heaps of Dell boxes for the taking.
Well, that was until the guy emptying out the containers deliberately drove his Bobcat over them. What a BASTARD! I could not believe it! It's a time honoured tradition in Canberra to go and get boxes when moving or sorting from the recycling centres. It's a real community thing, people sometimes even just do a swap between cars!
But oh no. Bobcat bastard was glaring at me and the other guy on the hunt, like we were the worst sort of thieves. He continued to glare even as he was driving over the flattened Dell boxes.
Ah screw him. It would have to be about the only power he has got, so he maketh the most of it. At least I got four boxes to pack my Salvos goodies in.
In an attempt to make space, Matthew has even agreed to let his beloved giant bean bag go.
What a kid!
Yesterday the poor boy would have been nutted and microchipped. Eeeek! The things we do to our babies!
Ironing is beckoning - school uniforms. Blearg.
PS. the kids desperately wanted to call our cat Sparta after the wonderful Sparta - Mean Kitty Song .