...so shhhh, don't tell anyone else for it may well come to nothing.... but there is a possibility, note the word possibility, that we might have found a new addition to our family.
Don't hold your breath mind, it is very early days, much could go awry between here and 'bringing home'!
Friday, 30 September 2005
How to give a cat a pill
1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a
baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth
and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As
cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and
swallow.
2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left
arm and repeat process.
3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws
tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth
with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.
5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call
spouse from garden.
6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and
rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head
firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down
ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make
note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered
figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just
visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth
open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink one beer to
take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from
carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another
beer. Place cat in cupboard, and close door on to neck, to leave head
showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with
elastic band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.
Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress
to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey
compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw Tee shirt
away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve the cat from across the road.
Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat.
Take last pill from foil wrap.
13. Tie the little bastard's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and
bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy-duty pruning gloves from
shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of filet steak. Be
rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat
to wash pill down.
14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency
room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes
pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new
table.
How To Give A Dog A Pill.
Click HERE.
baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth
and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As
cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and
swallow.
2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left
arm and repeat process.
3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws
tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth
with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.
5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call
spouse from garden.
6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and
rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head
firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down
ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make
note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered
figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just
visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth
open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink one beer to
take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from
carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another
beer. Place cat in cupboard, and close door on to neck, to leave head
showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with
elastic band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.
Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress
to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey
compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw Tee shirt
away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve the cat from across the road.
Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat.
Take last pill from foil wrap.
13. Tie the little bastard's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and
bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy-duty pruning gloves from
shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of filet steak. Be
rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat
to wash pill down.
14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency
room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes
pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new
table.
How To Give A Dog A Pill.
Click HERE.
Thursday, 29 September 2005
With parents like this.....
...some children just don't stand a chance!
Forced as I was to make a hasty visit to the supermarket as I escaped from work this evening, biscuits, I forgot to get biscuits at lunch time, one can't spend a whole evening biscuit-less, I found myself as ever stood in a queue to pay, Oh joy!
I read the CD and DVD covers in close proximity, resisted a spur of the moment purchase, yes 'Mr marketing man' we know your game, had a quick flick through 'Hello', just to remind myself howaddictive dreadful it is I hasten to add and then found myself suddenly riveted by a conversation going on ahead of me at the checkout.
Bear in mind I was in Kwik Save, not good I know, but as the only competition nearby is barely an improvement I bite the bullet from time to time and tolerate perishables that can barely struggle to their sell by date let alone the use by date without becoming toxic, and the 'minimalist' display of items offered for sale on almost empty shelves. Hell, when are we going to be honored with the presence of a Sainsburys or Waitrose, ok likely never but I can dream!
But I digress. So here I am in a Kwik Save queue and ahead of me is a conversation being conducted a high decibel level between the cashier and a twenty something chav in full, if slightly tatty regalia. Shell suit, expensive training shoes, baseball cap and enough bling to stop 'Mr T' dead in his tracks, all in evidence.
The pair obviously knew one another a little and 'friendly cashier lady' had made the fatal mistake of asking after the welfare of 'chav woman's' small army of offspring, none of whom where in attendance. Chav woman began to extol the virtues of her two daughters at great length and with little concern for the cashiers now dwindling lack of interest in the conversation.
I won't bore you with the majority of inane banter that went on whilst she packed her goods at an extremely slow speed, oblivious of the ever growing queue in her wake, for most of it centered around calling them 'little buggers' or 'little bastards' and cackling horrifically at her own humour. Where I began to really prick up my ears was when I heard her say how well she thought the older daughter might fare once she begins school, a reasonably imminent event apparently. Her pride, as one would expect, was not in her child having mastered her alphabet early, being able to count to a number beyond that of her peers or of showing some other early intellectual ability, no, it was something entirely different.
Her pride was in her daughters ability in the non academic fields of scratching, biting, and thumping those who challenge her. Not for this woman a concern for the difficulties this may cause both her own daughter and those around her, no worries regarding child from hell's likely exclusion before the age of six and no concern as to how to rid the child of this behaviour....no, chav woman's angle was this: That her daughter will fare well at school, no one will bully her and she will never be the butt of other children's unkindness because, and I quote, "she can already defend herself like a fuckin' goodun and she's only four so by the time she buggers off to school she'll get no fuckin' trouble"
Nice! Heaven help the poor child!
My horror/amazement at this conversation must have been written all over my face, for as delightful chav woman eventually left and I walked up to the cash desk the cashier looked at me with a knowing smile and said "close your mouth you look like a goldfish"! Hell....and I thought I was hiding my amazement so well.
Forced as I was to make a hasty visit to the supermarket as I escaped from work this evening, biscuits, I forgot to get biscuits at lunch time, one can't spend a whole evening biscuit-less, I found myself as ever stood in a queue to pay, Oh joy!
I read the CD and DVD covers in close proximity, resisted a spur of the moment purchase, yes 'Mr marketing man' we know your game, had a quick flick through 'Hello', just to remind myself how
Bear in mind I was in Kwik Save, not good I know, but as the only competition nearby is barely an improvement I bite the bullet from time to time and tolerate perishables that can barely struggle to their sell by date let alone the use by date without becoming toxic, and the 'minimalist' display of items offered for sale on almost empty shelves. Hell, when are we going to be honored with the presence of a Sainsburys or Waitrose, ok likely never but I can dream!
But I digress. So here I am in a Kwik Save queue and ahead of me is a conversation being conducted a high decibel level between the cashier and a twenty something chav in full, if slightly tatty regalia. Shell suit, expensive training shoes, baseball cap and enough bling to stop 'Mr T' dead in his tracks, all in evidence.
The pair obviously knew one another a little and 'friendly cashier lady' had made the fatal mistake of asking after the welfare of 'chav woman's' small army of offspring, none of whom where in attendance. Chav woman began to extol the virtues of her two daughters at great length and with little concern for the cashiers now dwindling lack of interest in the conversation.
I won't bore you with the majority of inane banter that went on whilst she packed her goods at an extremely slow speed, oblivious of the ever growing queue in her wake, for most of it centered around calling them 'little buggers' or 'little bastards' and cackling horrifically at her own humour. Where I began to really prick up my ears was when I heard her say how well she thought the older daughter might fare once she begins school, a reasonably imminent event apparently. Her pride, as one would expect, was not in her child having mastered her alphabet early, being able to count to a number beyond that of her peers or of showing some other early intellectual ability, no, it was something entirely different.
Her pride was in her daughters ability in the non academic fields of scratching, biting, and thumping those who challenge her. Not for this woman a concern for the difficulties this may cause both her own daughter and those around her, no worries regarding child from hell's likely exclusion before the age of six and no concern as to how to rid the child of this behaviour....no, chav woman's angle was this: That her daughter will fare well at school, no one will bully her and she will never be the butt of other children's unkindness because, and I quote, "she can already defend herself like a fuckin' goodun and she's only four so by the time she buggers off to school she'll get no fuckin' trouble"
Nice! Heaven help the poor child!
My horror/amazement at this conversation must have been written all over my face, for as delightful chav woman eventually left and I walked up to the cash desk the cashier looked at me with a knowing smile and said "close your mouth you look like a goldfish"! Hell....and I thought I was hiding my amazement so well.
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Wednesday, 28 September 2005
Summer in gemmak's-ville.....
....seems to have come to a definite end....this of course has an 'up' side for yours truly, for the end of summer means autumn, the end of autumn means winter....and winter of course means, with a little luck.....SNOW! Those of you who have been loyaly visiting for long enough will recall (probably with a big yawn and sigh) last years carrying's on here regarding my love of, and constant wish for, the white stuff....be warned, it is all set to begin again before too long! :o)
Bugger!
Just when you thought you where getting a grip what happens? You find a 'Poppy whisker' under the bed....and yes, I know it's a Poppy whisker, for hers were massively longer than the Ditto version!
Sod's law, inevitable I suppose for a time, little unexpected reminders from out of the blue. I'm sure it's just her way of making absolutely sure we don't forget her....like we could!
:o(
Sod's law, inevitable I suppose for a time, little unexpected reminders from out of the blue. I'm sure it's just her way of making absolutely sure we don't forget her....like we could!
:o(
Tuesday, 27 September 2005
The law of cat!
Law of Cat Inertia
A cat at rest will tend to remain at rest, unless acted upon by some outside force - such as the opening of cat food, or a nearby scurrying mouse.
Law of Cat Motion
A cat will move in a straight line, unless there is a really good reason to change direction.
Law of Cat Magnetism
All blue blazers and black sweaters attract cat hair in direct proportion to the darkness of the fabric.
Law of Cat Thermodynamics
Heat flows from a warmer to a cooler body, except in the case of a cat, in which case all heat flows to the cat.
Law of Cat Stretching
A cat will stretch to a distance proportional to the length of the nap just taken.
Law of Cat Sleeping
All cats must sleep with people whenever possible, in a position as uncomfortable for the people involved, and as comfortable as possible for the cat.
Law of Cat Elongation
A cat can make her body long enough to reach just about any counter top that has anything remotely interesting on it.
Law of Cat Obstruction
A cat must lay on the floor in such a position to obstruct the maximum amount of human foot traffic.
Law of Cat Acceleration
A cat will accelerate at a constant rate, until he gets good and ready to stop.
Law of Dinner Table Attendance
Cats must attend all meals when anything good is served.
Law of Rug Configuration
No rug may remain in its naturally flat state for very long.
Law of Obedience Resistance
A cat's resistance varies in proportion to a human's desire for her to do something.
First Law of Energy Conservation
Cats know that energy can neither be created nor destroyed and will, therefore, use as little energy as possible.
Second Law of Energy Conservation
Cats also know that energy can only be stored by a lot of napping.
Law of Refrigerator Observation
If a cat watches a refrigerator long enough, someone will come along and take out something good to eat.
Law of Electric Blanket Attraction
Turn on an electric blanket and a cat will jump into bed at the speed of light.
Law of Random Comfort Seeking
A cat will always seek, and usually take over, the most comfortable spot in any given room.
Law of Bag/Box Occupancy
All bags and boxes in a given room must contain a cat within the earliest possible nanosecond.
Law of Cat Embarrassment
A cat's irritation rises in direct proportion to her embarrassment times the amount of human laughter.
Law of Milk Consumption
A cat will drink his weight in milk, squared, just to show you he can.
Law of Furniture Replacement
A cat's desire to scratch furniture is directly proportional to the cost of the furniture.
Law of Cat Landing
A cat will always land in the softest place possible; often the mid- section of an unsuspecting, reclining human.
Law of Fluid Displacement
A cat immersed in milk will displace her own volume, minus the amount of milk consumed.
Law of Cat Disinterest
A cat's interest level will vary in inverse proportion to the amount of effort a human expends in trying to interest him.
Law of Pill Rejection
Any pill given to a cat has the potential energy to reach escape velocity.
Law of Cat Composition
A cat is composed of Matter + Anti-Matter + It Doesn't Matter.
A cat at rest will tend to remain at rest, unless acted upon by some outside force - such as the opening of cat food, or a nearby scurrying mouse.
Law of Cat Motion
A cat will move in a straight line, unless there is a really good reason to change direction.
Law of Cat Magnetism
All blue blazers and black sweaters attract cat hair in direct proportion to the darkness of the fabric.
Law of Cat Thermodynamics
Heat flows from a warmer to a cooler body, except in the case of a cat, in which case all heat flows to the cat.
Law of Cat Stretching
A cat will stretch to a distance proportional to the length of the nap just taken.
Law of Cat Sleeping
All cats must sleep with people whenever possible, in a position as uncomfortable for the people involved, and as comfortable as possible for the cat.
Law of Cat Elongation
A cat can make her body long enough to reach just about any counter top that has anything remotely interesting on it.
Law of Cat Obstruction
A cat must lay on the floor in such a position to obstruct the maximum amount of human foot traffic.
Law of Cat Acceleration
A cat will accelerate at a constant rate, until he gets good and ready to stop.
Law of Dinner Table Attendance
Cats must attend all meals when anything good is served.
Law of Rug Configuration
No rug may remain in its naturally flat state for very long.
Law of Obedience Resistance
A cat's resistance varies in proportion to a human's desire for her to do something.
First Law of Energy Conservation
Cats know that energy can neither be created nor destroyed and will, therefore, use as little energy as possible.
Second Law of Energy Conservation
Cats also know that energy can only be stored by a lot of napping.
Law of Refrigerator Observation
If a cat watches a refrigerator long enough, someone will come along and take out something good to eat.
Law of Electric Blanket Attraction
Turn on an electric blanket and a cat will jump into bed at the speed of light.
Law of Random Comfort Seeking
A cat will always seek, and usually take over, the most comfortable spot in any given room.
Law of Bag/Box Occupancy
All bags and boxes in a given room must contain a cat within the earliest possible nanosecond.
Law of Cat Embarrassment
A cat's irritation rises in direct proportion to her embarrassment times the amount of human laughter.
Law of Milk Consumption
A cat will drink his weight in milk, squared, just to show you he can.
Law of Furniture Replacement
A cat's desire to scratch furniture is directly proportional to the cost of the furniture.
Law of Cat Landing
A cat will always land in the softest place possible; often the mid- section of an unsuspecting, reclining human.
Law of Fluid Displacement
A cat immersed in milk will displace her own volume, minus the amount of milk consumed.
Law of Cat Disinterest
A cat's interest level will vary in inverse proportion to the amount of effort a human expends in trying to interest him.
Law of Pill Rejection
Any pill given to a cat has the potential energy to reach escape velocity.
Law of Cat Composition
A cat is composed of Matter + Anti-Matter + It Doesn't Matter.
Seals again
Straight from PG's phone (hence the quality or lack thereof), my seals again! He's currently at the harbour with a client, some job eh?, and there are seven of them, just pottering and drifting around happily.......I wanna be there!
An end to rummaging?
Is this the end of a skill, of an art perfected by women the world over, honed by a lifetime of necessity? Are the days of walking, head down, bumping into unsuspecting passers-by and tripping over one's own feet at last coming to an end? Will we no longer spend inordinate amounts of time with our hands thrust into a dark abyss, are the days of the missing lipstick and apparently 'lost' keys gone forever?
It would seem that all of these activities might soon be a thing of the past, incidents relegated only to the history books, for no longer will we have to upend
our handbag (purse for readers over the pond) onto a table with embarrassment as others look on in utter amazement at items displayed, in frantic search of some necessity of life importance.
Those days are soon to be gone courtesy of a student from Brunel Universtiy who has invented 'Sun Trap', a solar powered handbag! This is an invention of a magnitude never before seen, releasing us all from the daily searching we have long become frustratedly accustomed too. Solar panels on this little gem charge an internal battery and the zipper acts as a switch, hey presto, open your bag and it's lining illuminates for your convenience!
A heaven sent item for women everywhere, the end of a lifetime's rummaging, the end to those nasty surprises lurking, forgotten somewhere in a corner of the bottom-less pit and an end, oh joy, to the days of reaching for one's PDA/pen/CV at an interview or other important meeting and inadvertently hurling a tampon, that has become unknowingly attached, across the room with magnificent aplomb..... to land at some suited and booted gent's feet!
All we need now is to get Ms Kilfidder, to hook up with Louis Vuitton!
It would seem that all of these activities might soon be a thing of the past, incidents relegated only to the history books, for no longer will we have to upend
our handbag (purse for readers over the pond) onto a table with embarrassment as others look on in utter amazement at items displayed, in frantic search of some necessity of life importance. Those days are soon to be gone courtesy of a student from Brunel Universtiy who has invented 'Sun Trap', a solar powered handbag! This is an invention of a magnitude never before seen, releasing us all from the daily searching we have long become frustratedly accustomed too. Solar panels on this little gem charge an internal battery and the zipper acts as a switch, hey presto, open your bag and it's lining illuminates for your convenience!
A heaven sent item for women everywhere, the end of a lifetime's rummaging, the end to those nasty surprises lurking, forgotten somewhere in a corner of the bottom-less pit and an end, oh joy, to the days of reaching for one's PDA/pen/CV at an interview or other important meeting and inadvertently hurling a tampon, that has become unknowingly attached, across the room with magnificent aplomb..... to land at some suited and booted gent's feet!
All we need now is to get Ms Kilfidder, to hook up with Louis Vuitton!
Monday, 26 September 2005
The hunt is on
The Poppy cat is gone, much as I would give anything to have her back I can't, Ditto is requiring peeling off the ceiling most days for lack of a companion to torment and to amuse her and this little flat seems so empty with only the three of us in residence.
It is thus that the 'new kitten hunt' will be stepped up from today and searching will begin in earnest. PG and I are both still a little 'iffy' in some respects about a 'new face' but I think until it is done we would remain so forever and whilst Poppy can never be replaced the pleasure in a new family member of small and fluffy stature, I think will be a positive thing.
That said the kitten hunt is turning out to be none too simple a task. Despite unending messages and advertising over the years from the animal rescue charities and vets that there are way too many unwanted kittens homeless and we must all have our cats neutered/spayed, the over abundance seems very much not to be the case in these parts! Can we find a kitten?........can we hell!
We have tried all the local vets, the animal rescue charities, the local press and word of mouth and of course there are plenty of the 'oh, sorry, you just missed one' results but nothing more successful. There have been one or two unsuitable souls, mostly adults with problems but whilst we would love to take on an animal like that we feel it is not fair for Ditto and most are specified as having to reside in a 'one cat' household anyways.
We could of course invest in a 'posh cat', I have never had anything but a 'moggy' thus far but whilst the prospect has it's attractions I don't feel my credit card would see the attraction and besides the cost, pedigrees, I understand are liable to more medical difficulties and a shorter lifespan.....perhaps though we will give into the temptation of a Ragdoll, Scottish Fold, British Blue, Maine Coone or Turkish Van. A first cross would be ideal but again...nada.
And so the hunt is now in full swing, no doubt some small, perfect soul will eventually come our way but I'm a woman.......I want one NOW.....before I feel guilty about Poppy again and change my mind!
It is thus that the 'new kitten hunt' will be stepped up from today and searching will begin in earnest. PG and I are both still a little 'iffy' in some respects about a 'new face' but I think until it is done we would remain so forever and whilst Poppy can never be replaced the pleasure in a new family member of small and fluffy stature, I think will be a positive thing.
That said the kitten hunt is turning out to be none too simple a task. Despite unending messages and advertising over the years from the animal rescue charities and vets that there are way too many unwanted kittens homeless and we must all have our cats neutered/spayed, the over abundance seems very much not to be the case in these parts! Can we find a kitten?........can we hell!
We have tried all the local vets, the animal rescue charities, the local press and word of mouth and of course there are plenty of the 'oh, sorry, you just missed one' results but nothing more successful. There have been one or two unsuitable souls, mostly adults with problems but whilst we would love to take on an animal like that we feel it is not fair for Ditto and most are specified as having to reside in a 'one cat' household anyways.
We could of course invest in a 'posh cat', I have never had anything but a 'moggy' thus far but whilst the prospect has it's attractions I don't feel my credit card would see the attraction and besides the cost, pedigrees, I understand are liable to more medical difficulties and a shorter lifespan.....perhaps though we will give into the temptation of a Ragdoll, Scottish Fold, British Blue, Maine Coone or Turkish Van. A first cross would be ideal but again...nada.
And so the hunt is now in full swing, no doubt some small, perfect soul will eventually come our way but I'm a woman.......I want one NOW.....before I feel guilty about Poppy again and change my mind!
Sunday, 25 September 2005
Life happens
This is the 21st century, we have control, from the cradle to the grave we make our decisions large and small, we shape our lives, we plot, we plan, everything is within our sphere, our power, we choose our destiny and the choices are many.
Much is grey though some black or white, our destiny chosen, we head toward that place, certain of our goal.
They say don't they, that we make our own luck?
At times life happens, the control is gone, the choices gone, changed or re-arranged, the once straight path, headed to a place we thought we knew becomes a muddied track. Plans made evaporate, ideologies stand challenged by incidents outside our common realm. We stand confused as life's curved balls make tracks toward us, one by one, in certainty still, we catch them deftly, re-plan, re-shape, re-gain control.
One is dropped, no matter, two then three, our minds flail lost, they came unbidden, four then five, control a foreign concept now.
Luck? Luck is not an absolute, luck is not a plan nor destiny, luck is not a tangible gift bestowed, or not, upon us, control is not a power, we have no power, we have no luck......... we have only an attitude of mind.
Life happens.
Much is grey though some black or white, our destiny chosen, we head toward that place, certain of our goal.
They say don't they, that we make our own luck?
At times life happens, the control is gone, the choices gone, changed or re-arranged, the once straight path, headed to a place we thought we knew becomes a muddied track. Plans made evaporate, ideologies stand challenged by incidents outside our common realm. We stand confused as life's curved balls make tracks toward us, one by one, in certainty still, we catch them deftly, re-plan, re-shape, re-gain control.
One is dropped, no matter, two then three, our minds flail lost, they came unbidden, four then five, control a foreign concept now.
Luck? Luck is not an absolute, luck is not a plan nor destiny, luck is not a tangible gift bestowed, or not, upon us, control is not a power, we have no power, we have no luck......... we have only an attitude of mind.
Life happens.
Saturday, 24 September 2005
Amazing flying cats!
I have to admit to thievery from eMusings (thankyou Dave) to bring you this link but these images have to be some of the best, if not the very best cat pictures ever. Well worth a few minutes of your time and guaranteed to make you smile :o)
Friday, 23 September 2005
Rise and shine
There are some benfits to the shorter days and early mornings, being up and out of bed in time to see this is one of them.....I'm still trying to think of the others!
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