19.20 hrs ~ 08.06.2005
Wednesday, 8 June 2005
Free sex with girls!
The above title was also the title of an email I received this morning from someone named 'Jenny'. It was the name of the sender that tempted me to think it may be a joke, I have a 'Jenny' mail me now and then and so in slight trepidation I opened it.....well I did update Nortons twice already today!
The text I found is below. I don't know why but it made me laugh out loud.
I think it was the 'no walk on the beach' line. That'll be just fine then, that will make all the difference won't it! Do I have a warped sense of humour that I find even spam funny very occasionally! :o/
....and sorry guys, I took the link out. Heh.
Lord knows who will land here from nefarious search topics now.....if it's you, sorry to disappoint but there are only cats here....I will resist the obvious poor taste joke!
Incidentally, I notice spellcheck doesn't include 'nymphos'. Sorry, I must be warped, I just find this too funny.
The text I found is below. I don't know why but it made me laugh out loud.
There is this free date site filled with a bunch of nymphos.
No flowers, no walk on the beach, just meet up for sex :)
There are also some people who want serious relationships though
So if you want a long-termer, or a one-nighter, you got it ;)
Whatever floats your boat pretty much!
I think it was the 'no walk on the beach' line. That'll be just fine then, that will make all the difference won't it! Do I have a warped sense of humour that I find even spam funny very occasionally! :o/
....and sorry guys, I took the link out. Heh.
Lord knows who will land here from nefarious search topics now.....if it's you, sorry to disappoint but there are only cats here....I will resist the obvious poor taste joke!
Incidentally, I notice spellcheck doesn't include 'nymphos'. Sorry, I must be warped, I just find this too funny.
Early evening display
It seems lately that almost every day in this little patch of Scotland, as the sun sets it does so with a vivid display. Last nights offering was no different.
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Burning bright
Fallen from the sky
Shimmer
Surreal sky
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Burning bright
Fallen from the sky
Shimmer
Surreal sky
Tuesday, 7 June 2005
Something to make you smile
Meet 'Bozo Botard.'
I just love this picture of Bozo, a beautiful ginger cat with a penchant for posing, a big smile and a 'mum' who is very dear to me.
To read more about Bozo go here, you may find you know his human too.
I just love this picture of Bozo, a beautiful ginger cat with a penchant for posing, a big smile and a 'mum' who is very dear to me.
To read more about Bozo go here, you may find you know his human too.
The wedding dress is packed
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Lindos
Don't panic...not mine! Well.....can you really see me in a wedding dress?! Twice I have walked that route and on neither occasion did I wear a dress, I'm not about to start that dress wearing malarky now, in fact, I don't recall even owning a dress since I was about ten years old!
So who's wedding dress is it?
I mentioned a day or two ago, in my post about Ditto's second home, that A&W, her second set of 'parents', where about to go off on holiday, though not just any old holiday, this one is special.
This afternoon, full of excitement, we waved them off on the first leg of their journey, a road trip to Newcastle, for a one night stay before they board a flight early tomorrow morning to Lindos.... where next Friday they are to be married in a little chapel high on the hill.
This wedding has been a fair time in the planning stages, I didn't ever realise just how complicated it is to tie the knot overseas despite the travel operators apparently 'running the show' there seemed to remain a great deal of red tape to be fought through.
But the hard work is now done on the organisation front and all that remains is a week lying in the sun before they take their vows infront of a few friends and family. We will not be there of course but I am excited for them just the same, I may have a checkered history myself in the marital department but that doesn't prevent me from believing in the ethos or from getting that kind of warm glowing feeling that one gets with happy endings and weddings.
There is only one aspect I don't envy .......... 'A' will be wearing a kilt for the day, in thirty or so degrees of heat! For those who have never been in close proximity to said item of clothing, let me tell you, they are about twenty pounds of very hot and heavy wool fabric!
No way, I would be getting married in shorts!
Lindos
Don't panic...not mine! Well.....can you really see me in a wedding dress?! Twice I have walked that route and on neither occasion did I wear a dress, I'm not about to start that dress wearing malarky now, in fact, I don't recall even owning a dress since I was about ten years old!
So who's wedding dress is it?
I mentioned a day or two ago, in my post about Ditto's second home, that A&W, her second set of 'parents', where about to go off on holiday, though not just any old holiday, this one is special.
This afternoon, full of excitement, we waved them off on the first leg of their journey, a road trip to Newcastle, for a one night stay before they board a flight early tomorrow morning to Lindos.... where next Friday they are to be married in a little chapel high on the hill.
This wedding has been a fair time in the planning stages, I didn't ever realise just how complicated it is to tie the knot overseas despite the travel operators apparently 'running the show' there seemed to remain a great deal of red tape to be fought through.
But the hard work is now done on the organisation front and all that remains is a week lying in the sun before they take their vows infront of a few friends and family. We will not be there of course but I am excited for them just the same, I may have a checkered history myself in the marital department but that doesn't prevent me from believing in the ethos or from getting that kind of warm glowing feeling that one gets with happy endings and weddings.
There is only one aspect I don't envy .......... 'A' will be wearing a kilt for the day, in thirty or so degrees of heat! For those who have never been in close proximity to said item of clothing, let me tell you, they are about twenty pounds of very hot and heavy wool fabric!
No way, I would be getting married in shorts!
The official interview game
Usually it seems we are 'landed' with these meme things but on this occasion I offered myself up and Lisa duly issued me with five questions, so here goes:
1. I know that you have an interest in visiting the US. What in particular would you be interested in seeing?
How long have you got?
The landscape, terrain and countryside to begin with. I would like to travel the length and breadth if I had the time and bank balance. There are too many specific things I would like to see to recall right now but among them would be New York, in the snow if possible, Times Square, Macy's, The Bronx, San Francisco....I have to see that hill, ground zero, the Oklahoma City bombing memorial, Hollywood, I don't have a particular interest in the movie industry but I would like to see if it's all it professes to be ,the Grand Canyon and of course I would want to see my Stateside blog friends.
2. When you lived in London, what kind of work did you do? What did you like about it?
When I first left school I worked in a department store (Bourne and Hollingsworth) on Oxford street W1. as a sales advisor, selling fine jewellery and diamonds. What did I like about it? Not much, it was very hard work, a very long day and the company policies were extremely strict but I did like working in the centre of London and I think at that age I felt kinda 'grown up' travelling the tube each day to work! In retrospect I like the fact that it gave me such a good grounding in retail but at 16 years old I didn't appreciate that!
I left there and went to work as a civil servant for the Inland Revenue (yes, I was a tax ma, ok, so hate me) where I stayed for 12 years. I enjoyed the occasional investigation work I was involved in and I liked the family atmosphere that existed at the time but the job was as boring as hell for the most part and I wasn't sorry to leave.
3. Do you see yourself ever moving back to the big city, or have you fallen in love with the countryside? Why?
That's very hard to answer because nothing has everything. I love the countryside for it's beauty and wildlife, and for the slower pace of life but I also love the buzz of a city and the amenities it affords. I think necessity will probably keep me here at least for the foreseeable future and probably beyond but I wouldn't rule out a move to a city if the opportunity arose.
4. What's your most recent technical gadget and how are you getting along with it?
I've been quite well behaved of late and haven't really bought anything significant. I got a new cell phone last week, so I suppose that's the latest, but I didn't like it so (poor screen resolution) so PG has it now.
5. If you could pick up a new hobby tomorrow, what would it be and why?
I would like to get back into serious photography again because the limitations of digital compacts frustrate me at times and restrict the images I can take but as that's not entirely new perhaps I would choose to learn to horse ride or coach gymnastics. Learning to ride is something I have always wanted to do and never did properly and the idea of scrambling around the countryside on horseback appeals to me. The gymnastics coaching is something I always intended to do once I stopped training myself but somehow never got around too.
The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions — each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
1. I know that you have an interest in visiting the US. What in particular would you be interested in seeing?
How long have you got?
The landscape, terrain and countryside to begin with. I would like to travel the length and breadth if I had the time and bank balance. There are too many specific things I would like to see to recall right now but among them would be New York, in the snow if possible, Times Square, Macy's, The Bronx, San Francisco....I have to see that hill, ground zero, the Oklahoma City bombing memorial, Hollywood, I don't have a particular interest in the movie industry but I would like to see if it's all it professes to be ,the Grand Canyon and of course I would want to see my Stateside blog friends.
2. When you lived in London, what kind of work did you do? What did you like about it?
When I first left school I worked in a department store (Bourne and Hollingsworth) on Oxford street W1. as a sales advisor, selling fine jewellery and diamonds. What did I like about it? Not much, it was very hard work, a very long day and the company policies were extremely strict but I did like working in the centre of London and I think at that age I felt kinda 'grown up' travelling the tube each day to work! In retrospect I like the fact that it gave me such a good grounding in retail but at 16 years old I didn't appreciate that!
I left there and went to work as a civil servant for the Inland Revenue (yes, I was a tax ma, ok, so hate me) where I stayed for 12 years. I enjoyed the occasional investigation work I was involved in and I liked the family atmosphere that existed at the time but the job was as boring as hell for the most part and I wasn't sorry to leave.
3. Do you see yourself ever moving back to the big city, or have you fallen in love with the countryside? Why?
That's very hard to answer because nothing has everything. I love the countryside for it's beauty and wildlife, and for the slower pace of life but I also love the buzz of a city and the amenities it affords. I think necessity will probably keep me here at least for the foreseeable future and probably beyond but I wouldn't rule out a move to a city if the opportunity arose.
4. What's your most recent technical gadget and how are you getting along with it?
I've been quite well behaved of late and haven't really bought anything significant. I got a new cell phone last week, so I suppose that's the latest, but I didn't like it so (poor screen resolution) so PG has it now.
5. If you could pick up a new hobby tomorrow, what would it be and why?
I would like to get back into serious photography again because the limitations of digital compacts frustrate me at times and restrict the images I can take but as that's not entirely new perhaps I would choose to learn to horse ride or coach gymnastics. Learning to ride is something I have always wanted to do and never did properly and the idea of scrambling around the countryside on horseback appeals to me. The gymnastics coaching is something I always intended to do once I stopped training myself but somehow never got around too.
The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions — each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Monday, 6 June 2005
A slow day and a slow mind
My normally deserted view.
It's one of those days today, you know the ones, those where despite every effort that squidgy thing inside of our skull just doesn't want to operate at anything like normal speed where blogging is concerned. All day long nothing came to mind, nothing happened and nothing moved me to put my finger tips to keyboard.
This evening things have improved a little, the stable out back has some sort of small event going on and my normally deserted view has turned into a hive of activity. I have been treated to a show of smallish children proudly 'doing their stuff' over low fences (do they call them fences?), on a variety of horses that arrived in varying size of very expensive looking horse boxes.... dragged by even more expensive looking four wheel drive vehicles.
In the process of watching these goings on I finally got to meet my nextdoor neighbours new lady. She has lived here since winter but somehow we never really had a chance to say more than 'hi' until now. Annoyingly she is very nice, sat on the balcony in the sun we chatted away like old friends and discovered we have quite a lot in common. I say she is 'annoyingly' very nice because along the way I learnt that they are moving any day now and quite a distance so sunny afternoon chats will be a very short lived thing!
Whilst this conversation was in progress and with reference to yesterdays post regarding cats misbehaving, Poppy, yes Poppy, decided to take a little exercise, out of the front door she wandered, sniffed the air, turned on her heel and marched straight across nextdoors threshold and in....not a by your leave, no hesitation just in. She took her time having a good look around, checked out every room and then helped herself to a leaf off a house plant!....oh the embarrassment.
Thankfully aforementioned very nice neighbour saw the funny side.
Sunday, 5 June 2005
There are only three certainties in life
.......... the first is that we will die, the second is that we will pay tax on everything forever and the third is that children and animals will always let us down!
It is of course the latter that has this afternoon caused me embarrassment and amusement in equal measure.
About eighteen months ago we acquired new neighbours in a flat on the ground floor. PG already knew this couple, they had been friends of him and his ex wife years ago, they moved in, we became re-acquainted and myself and 'W' became best of friends. Ditto soon realized that this friendship could also benefit her and within weeks had invited herself into the neighbouring flat, thoroughly investigated her new surroundings and decided this was an opportunity not to be missed!
She rapidly became a part time member of this 'second family', endearing herself in particular to 'A', who plays with her unendingly whilst he is supposed to be gardening etc. Indeed, Ditto is so enamoured of 'A' that she will race straight past PG and I, tail held aloft, to greet him if he is anywhere within sight and asks to be allowed in at all hours of the day to snuggle up for a snooze on their bed!
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At 'home'!
We always know that if Ditto goes AWOL the first place to look is at A & W's place and invariably she will be there, curled up on the sofa, the bed or a windowsill, making herself quite at home.
To begin with I was concerned that they were only 'entertaining' her out of politeness but it soon became apparent that was not the case and that having a part time cat suited them just perfectly and so I no longer attempted to curtail the visits.
And so, how has Ditto disgraced herself specifically?
This evening 'W' arrived on our doorstep clutching a compact flash card in her hand. They are off on a very special holiday in a day or two ( that is another post) and wondered if I would like to take copies of some 'Ditto photographs' they had taken before they deleted them.
Merrily I downloaded them to find this:
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Give me that!
Madam apparently has made very plain her fondness for 'treats', particularly 'ham treats' and she left no doubt in the minds of her hosts a few weeks ago......when she landed herself on the kitchen counter top and proceeded to help herself! Needless to say, they missed the shot of the original thievery but didn't miss the one showing, claws and all, that she will have ham if she wants it!!
Argghhhh. Did I teach that cat no manners? Heh.
It is of course the latter that has this afternoon caused me embarrassment and amusement in equal measure.
About eighteen months ago we acquired new neighbours in a flat on the ground floor. PG already knew this couple, they had been friends of him and his ex wife years ago, they moved in, we became re-acquainted and myself and 'W' became best of friends. Ditto soon realized that this friendship could also benefit her and within weeks had invited herself into the neighbouring flat, thoroughly investigated her new surroundings and decided this was an opportunity not to be missed!
She rapidly became a part time member of this 'second family', endearing herself in particular to 'A', who plays with her unendingly whilst he is supposed to be gardening etc. Indeed, Ditto is so enamoured of 'A' that she will race straight past PG and I, tail held aloft, to greet him if he is anywhere within sight and asks to be allowed in at all hours of the day to snuggle up for a snooze on their bed!
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At 'home'!
We always know that if Ditto goes AWOL the first place to look is at A & W's place and invariably she will be there, curled up on the sofa, the bed or a windowsill, making herself quite at home.
To begin with I was concerned that they were only 'entertaining' her out of politeness but it soon became apparent that was not the case and that having a part time cat suited them just perfectly and so I no longer attempted to curtail the visits.
And so, how has Ditto disgraced herself specifically?
This evening 'W' arrived on our doorstep clutching a compact flash card in her hand. They are off on a very special holiday in a day or two ( that is another post) and wondered if I would like to take copies of some 'Ditto photographs' they had taken before they deleted them.
Merrily I downloaded them to find this:
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Give me that!
Madam apparently has made very plain her fondness for 'treats', particularly 'ham treats' and she left no doubt in the minds of her hosts a few weeks ago......when she landed herself on the kitchen counter top and proceeded to help herself! Needless to say, they missed the shot of the original thievery but didn't miss the one showing, claws and all, that she will have ham if she wants it!!
Argghhhh. Did I teach that cat no manners? Heh.
Saturday, 4 June 2005
Friday's feast (50)...... late again!
Appetizer
What comes to mind when you hear the word bizarre?
The lead singer of 'Kiss'
Soup
Using just a few words, describe your childhood.
Happy, safe, family orientated.
Salad
Name one thing you do each day that you feel improves your appearance.
Paint my nails......almost every day anyways!
Main Course
On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how would you rate your self-confidence?
6-ish, depends on the circumstances a little.
Dessert
Where did you last find a bargain?
Ebay...is there anywhere else?
What comes to mind when you hear the word bizarre?
The lead singer of 'Kiss'
Soup
Using just a few words, describe your childhood.
Happy, safe, family orientated.
Salad
Name one thing you do each day that you feel improves your appearance.
Paint my nails......almost every day anyways!
Main Course
On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how would you rate your self-confidence?
6-ish, depends on the circumstances a little.
Dessert
Where did you last find a bargain?
Ebay...is there anywhere else?
Friday, 3 June 2005
Welcome to the hermitage
The last few days have been unusually quiet in gemmaks-ville and it's been a little odd, though not unpleasant.
There are some who would tell me I should 'get out more' and perhaps they are right, though to be honest I see no real reason to take their advice. Years ago I hated my own company but for reasons I won't bore you with I had to learn to like it and these days I can spend unending time alone if need be, quite happily.
It is thus that after my bad week at work and having had my head mangled, and by virtue of PG currently working night shifts, I have spent better part of the last 80 hours completely alone, save of course for feline company and one foray out to get the brakes on my car fixed yet again. Please don't ask if this fix has been successful....I don't yet know, only time and a 6am trip into work tomorrow will tell!
I haven't of course been completely alone, PG has been here in body though not in mind during the day while he sleeps, myself and the cats have been under strict orders to be quiet....easier said than done in a one bedroom flat! I think though we only managed to wake him once so we didn't do badly.
And so how did I spend this time....no prizes for guessing that probably 15 hours a day I had my rear end parked right where it is now! What is it about computers that make a whole day just disappear in a virtual flash? I did read a little, I watched a small amount of tv and of course did the 'woman's work' but aside from that nothing.....I think I could quite happily be a hermit!
All is reasonably well with the world today. (save for the one cloud on the horizon, work tomorrow) The sun is shining, the birds and lambs are chattering happily, 'old puss' and 'small cat' are sunbathing, old puss as ever on the shingle, PG is on the golf course, yes he can go 24 hours without sleep though Lord knows how, and is soon to arrive home bringing with him another new cell phone for yours truly that he has 'acquired'. No I promise, nothing nefarious, the tale of acquisition is just too long winded and boring to impart! Yayyyyy, another new gadget to investigate!
So until later, when maybe I will have actually done something to report I will leave you with last nights dusk.
Cloud on the horizon. (Click to enlarge)
There are some who would tell me I should 'get out more' and perhaps they are right, though to be honest I see no real reason to take their advice. Years ago I hated my own company but for reasons I won't bore you with I had to learn to like it and these days I can spend unending time alone if need be, quite happily.
It is thus that after my bad week at work and having had my head mangled, and by virtue of PG currently working night shifts, I have spent better part of the last 80 hours completely alone, save of course for feline company and one foray out to get the brakes on my car fixed yet again. Please don't ask if this fix has been successful....I don't yet know, only time and a 6am trip into work tomorrow will tell!
I haven't of course been completely alone, PG has been here in body though not in mind during the day while he sleeps, myself and the cats have been under strict orders to be quiet....easier said than done in a one bedroom flat! I think though we only managed to wake him once so we didn't do badly.
And so how did I spend this time....no prizes for guessing that probably 15 hours a day I had my rear end parked right where it is now! What is it about computers that make a whole day just disappear in a virtual flash? I did read a little, I watched a small amount of tv and of course did the 'woman's work' but aside from that nothing.....I think I could quite happily be a hermit!
All is reasonably well with the world today. (save for the one cloud on the horizon, work tomorrow) The sun is shining, the birds and lambs are chattering happily, 'old puss' and 'small cat' are sunbathing, old puss as ever on the shingle, PG is on the golf course, yes he can go 24 hours without sleep though Lord knows how, and is soon to arrive home bringing with him another new cell phone for yours truly that he has 'acquired'. No I promise, nothing nefarious, the tale of acquisition is just too long winded and boring to impart! Yayyyyy, another new gadget to investigate!
So until later, when maybe I will have actually done something to report I will leave you with last nights dusk.
Cloud on the horizon. (Click to enlarge)
Thursday, 2 June 2005
Ring any bells?
Stolen from a blog that will remain nameless, this is too true funny to miss!
It may or may not ring bells, it most certainly does here. Eekkkk.
Click the cartoon to enlarge......no, I couldn't read it either!
It may or may not ring bells, it most certainly does here. Eekkkk.
Click the cartoon to enlarge......no, I couldn't read it either!
Lamb lament
Living in the countryside has most certainly got it's benefits, the peace and quiet, a crime level that to a city girl like me seems almost non existent, less pressure to conform or to 'keep up with the Jones's', in every direction there are breathtaking views and for me a very special aspect is the array of sounds that form the backdrop to my everyday life.
Early morning and late evening provide the most spectacular symphony nature has to offer, birds singing a myriad of songs as they go about their daily routine, horses chattering to one another, insects buzzing, cows in deep discussion, a rather loud donkey at very close proximity and best of all at this time of year, lambs in a nearby field creating a constant merry cacophony of first baby and then adolescent lamb language.
Lambs have always been a favourite of mine and to have so many right on my doorstep is wonderful, to watch them grow and play over the months, frolicking and bounding and making mischief in a very lamb like manner is something I sit and watch from our balcony day in and day out, with a happy heart and a smile on my face.
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My lambs
But nothing is perfect, my morning and evening symphony will soon become less deafening as the inevitable happens, any day now my lambs will disappear, they and their sounds will no longer exist in my little word, instead their destiny will be to become a Saturday night kebab or someone's Sunday lunch!
I know, I know, that's life and if I choose to live in the countryside I must learn to live with it and mostly I do, it is the reality but sometimes I'm just not keen on reality and for a week or two at this time of year, as they get fatter and fatter and and closer and closer to their destiny I can't help but feel sad and I can't help but wake up every morning and immediately listen to check if the 'lamb sounds' are still there.
I can't in all honesty hold my hands up and claim any longer to be a true, card carrying vegetarian, though for thirty years I was. I still don't eat meat and I have never tasted lamb but I do, if pushed, eat fish and I have lately tried bacon, so this cannot be a vegetarians rant. I have never and will never presume to try and persuade others how to live their culinary life and I know that if the majority did not eat meat my lambs would never be there in the first place....... but it still makes me sad and as long as I live, whatever else I devour, I won't ever eat a lamb!
Early morning and late evening provide the most spectacular symphony nature has to offer, birds singing a myriad of songs as they go about their daily routine, horses chattering to one another, insects buzzing, cows in deep discussion, a rather loud donkey at very close proximity and best of all at this time of year, lambs in a nearby field creating a constant merry cacophony of first baby and then adolescent lamb language.
Lambs have always been a favourite of mine and to have so many right on my doorstep is wonderful, to watch them grow and play over the months, frolicking and bounding and making mischief in a very lamb like manner is something I sit and watch from our balcony day in and day out, with a happy heart and a smile on my face.
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My lambs
But nothing is perfect, my morning and evening symphony will soon become less deafening as the inevitable happens, any day now my lambs will disappear, they and their sounds will no longer exist in my little word, instead their destiny will be to become a Saturday night kebab or someone's Sunday lunch!
I know, I know, that's life and if I choose to live in the countryside I must learn to live with it and mostly I do, it is the reality but sometimes I'm just not keen on reality and for a week or two at this time of year, as they get fatter and fatter and and closer and closer to their destiny I can't help but feel sad and I can't help but wake up every morning and immediately listen to check if the 'lamb sounds' are still there.
I can't in all honesty hold my hands up and claim any longer to be a true, card carrying vegetarian, though for thirty years I was. I still don't eat meat and I have never tasted lamb but I do, if pushed, eat fish and I have lately tried bacon, so this cannot be a vegetarians rant. I have never and will never presume to try and persuade others how to live their culinary life and I know that if the majority did not eat meat my lambs would never be there in the first place....... but it still makes me sad and as long as I live, whatever else I devour, I won't ever eat a lamb!
Wednesday, 1 June 2005
Poppy power
Well, the old girl has rallied again, in fact she has been a joy to watch over the last few days, she still worries me, I am not kidding myself that she will last forever but her behaviour has changed quite significantly over the last week and it seems I should be attributing this to one thing....Whiskas cat milk!
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With purpose!
Poppy has always had a passion for milk, unfortunately it hasn't had a passion for her, as is the case in many cats she has a lactose intolerance and even a little watered down milk causes her to have a rather 'unfortunate' rear end problem. Hence it is a once in a blue moon treat.
However, a week or two back I noticed in the supermarket something called 'cat milk', little tiny bottles, massively overpriced but I can live with that, of something that looks to me like old fashioned condensed milk. it is apparently whole milk with the lactose removed and other nutrients added. Hmmmm, I thought, I'll just get one of those cute little bottles and see if she likes it for a treat.
Keeping an eye.
Likes it??? ....she would kill for it! From the first moment the lid came off the very first bottle she has been obsessed with the stuff. She does of course eat her regular food but she 'requests' very noisily, this stuff all day long, nothing else will do. I can offer her any number of treats but she staunchly carries on wailing until she has her milk. She will drink any amount of it, we are currently going through two bottles a day and seemingly it has no ill effects, quite the reverse.
Since her rapid consumption of this new addition to her diet she has begun actually asking to go out and pottering around with Ditto for a fair time. This of course requires me to go out with her to 'supervise' in case she should become embroiled in any conflict with strange cats, she is most definitely still up for battles of a territorial nature but her little old bod is not! I have noticed quite surprisingly that if she is out, small cat always remains with her, apparently keeping an eye on her, though I suspect she also views it as another opportunity for torment given that Poppy has her tail regularly stalked on these excursions!
Tail torment
It has been heartwarming to see her enjoying herself so much, she has pottered around the perimeters of the field, sunbathed, played 'chase me' with little flies and even made one attempt at stalking a bird! She has displayed again a lifelong preference for choosing the most uncomfortable spots in which to park herself, here she is, the Scottish countryside in all it's glory at her feet, soft, lush grass to lie in but no, she chooses shingle...it was ever thus!
A comfortable spot?
Added to her new lease of outdoor meanderings she has also re-acquired her ability to jump, if very carefully onto the bed, she can hoist herself onto the windowsill and has been witnessed running, yes I said running, though rather inelegantly, around the flat.
Happy days, long may it continue but if it doesn't, right now she is having a ball and that's good enough for me under the circumstances.
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With purpose!
Poppy has always had a passion for milk, unfortunately it hasn't had a passion for her, as is the case in many cats she has a lactose intolerance and even a little watered down milk causes her to have a rather 'unfortunate' rear end problem. Hence it is a once in a blue moon treat.
However, a week or two back I noticed in the supermarket something called 'cat milk', little tiny bottles, massively overpriced but I can live with that, of something that looks to me like old fashioned condensed milk. it is apparently whole milk with the lactose removed and other nutrients added. Hmmmm, I thought, I'll just get one of those cute little bottles and see if she likes it for a treat.
Keeping an eye.
Likes it??? ....she would kill for it! From the first moment the lid came off the very first bottle she has been obsessed with the stuff. She does of course eat her regular food but she 'requests' very noisily, this stuff all day long, nothing else will do. I can offer her any number of treats but she staunchly carries on wailing until she has her milk. She will drink any amount of it, we are currently going through two bottles a day and seemingly it has no ill effects, quite the reverse.
Since her rapid consumption of this new addition to her diet she has begun actually asking to go out and pottering around with Ditto for a fair time. This of course requires me to go out with her to 'supervise' in case she should become embroiled in any conflict with strange cats, she is most definitely still up for battles of a territorial nature but her little old bod is not! I have noticed quite surprisingly that if she is out, small cat always remains with her, apparently keeping an eye on her, though I suspect she also views it as another opportunity for torment given that Poppy has her tail regularly stalked on these excursions!
Tail torment
It has been heartwarming to see her enjoying herself so much, she has pottered around the perimeters of the field, sunbathed, played 'chase me' with little flies and even made one attempt at stalking a bird! She has displayed again a lifelong preference for choosing the most uncomfortable spots in which to park herself, here she is, the Scottish countryside in all it's glory at her feet, soft, lush grass to lie in but no, she chooses shingle...it was ever thus!
A comfortable spot?
Added to her new lease of outdoor meanderings she has also re-acquired her ability to jump, if very carefully onto the bed, she can hoist herself onto the windowsill and has been witnessed running, yes I said running, though rather inelegantly, around the flat.
Happy days, long may it continue but if it doesn't, right now she is having a ball and that's good enough for me under the circumstances.
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