Yes, those sterling souls at the Media Centre have been at it again.
Anna is finally escaping to early retirement, and a leaving film is required.
This one's got allegations, accusations and some suspect headgear (worn by yours truly). Am not aware of any contribution from Lal in Texas, but if she's doing the Rodeo circuit then I expect she's a bit busy.
Red carpet day is Wed 19th December 2007. No papparazzi please.
Friday 30 November 2007
Tuesday 27 November 2007
Power shift
Since the departure of Greebo, there has been a small but subtle change in the power struggle at home.
The cats are used to having an advantage, the dogs have seen a chance to catch up.
So the dogs are treating me like Queen of All I Survey and the very best leader a dog pack could have, and the cats are making it quite clear that I am One of THEM. They will waive the usual 4-legs, 9-lives rule for once.
I did point out that they are pets, there purely at my whim. They ignored me.
Still, it is nice to be popular, instead of being a human tin opener.
The cats are used to having an advantage, the dogs have seen a chance to catch up.
So the dogs are treating me like Queen of All I Survey and the very best leader a dog pack could have, and the cats are making it quite clear that I am One of THEM. They will waive the usual 4-legs, 9-lives rule for once.
I did point out that they are pets, there purely at my whim. They ignored me.
Still, it is nice to be popular, instead of being a human tin opener.
Wednesday 21 November 2007
Bad news
Greebo's sudden weight loss was due to kidney failure and he was put to sleep at teatime.
Which meant he missed the England game.
Who said there isn't a Cat-God?
Which meant he missed the England game.
Who said there isn't a Cat-God?
And what's YOUR problem??
I came down this morning and there was a space where Greebo should be. And my first thought was that he'd scarpered to die in peace. He'd been skipping meals and not a purry happy soul, not like him in the slightest.
Wrong!! He had just decided to leave his favourite snug place, to perch on the garden fence outside. It's bin day, and he has quite a few friends on the bin round, I think every team know him.
Can't let illness get in the way of greeting his public...so he assumed the position, and greeted ME with a scowl and a definite "What's YOUR problem?".
Apart from the fact that I thought you were dead, and was pathetically pleased to see you alive, you stupid sodding ingrate?
My problem is over-attachment to a psycho-cat, and his three mates and the dogs...
Wrong!! He had just decided to leave his favourite snug place, to perch on the garden fence outside. It's bin day, and he has quite a few friends on the bin round, I think every team know him.
Can't let illness get in the way of greeting his public...so he assumed the position, and greeted ME with a scowl and a definite "What's YOUR problem?".
Apart from the fact that I thought you were dead, and was pathetically pleased to see you alive, you stupid sodding ingrate?
My problem is over-attachment to a psycho-cat, and his three mates and the dogs...
Monday 19 November 2007
The Ageing Process
It's been a bit quiet round here, as we've all fallen prey to winter blues and colds.
But the biggest worry is Greebo. He seems chirpy enough, but he is not eating so much, and doesn't seem so sprightly as usual. He's been a bit wobbly but it was a slippy wet floor, and he DID mean to slide into the fridge, honest! And that's his story and he is sticking to it. I would've believed him, but he normally tries that trick when the fridge door is open...
The senior moment, when he walked into the garden and panicked, is very alarming. Though his story is that the recycling bins are just plain scary.
He's going onto the extra-special feeding up diet. I'm not sure where we can banish the bins...
But the biggest worry is Greebo. He seems chirpy enough, but he is not eating so much, and doesn't seem so sprightly as usual. He's been a bit wobbly but it was a slippy wet floor, and he DID mean to slide into the fridge, honest! And that's his story and he is sticking to it. I would've believed him, but he normally tries that trick when the fridge door is open...
The senior moment, when he walked into the garden and panicked, is very alarming. Though his story is that the recycling bins are just plain scary.
He's going onto the extra-special feeding up diet. I'm not sure where we can banish the bins...
Saturday 10 November 2007
At last!
Faye, my niece and the loveliest of the Pesky Critters, graduated from York St John with a BA in Theatre, Film and Television on Thursday 8th November 2007.
Thanks to a feeble dial-up connection, I can't post a picture yet, but I will.
Despite the fact that she is 2 decades younger than me, 5 stone lighter, eats chocolate for England and dates a tall dark handsome man who plays with Porsches for a living, I love her to bits.
Thanks to a feeble dial-up connection, I can't post a picture yet, but I will.
Despite the fact that she is 2 decades younger than me, 5 stone lighter, eats chocolate for England and dates a tall dark handsome man who plays with Porsches for a living, I love her to bits.
Tuesday 6 November 2007
Bonfire Night
It's been a bloody awful few days. My pets hate fireworks.
But a new sport has been created out of the chaos in my house.
Dog Biscuit Subbuteo.
2 small dogs versus 1 mad person. The idea is that you take one handful of dog biscuits and use the Subbuteo 'flick to kick' action to move the biscuits round the floor. Nominate a goal from any piece of suitable furniture, and try to score as many goals as possible before the dogs eat the biscuits.
The cats don't think it will catch on.
But a new sport has been created out of the chaos in my house.
Dog Biscuit Subbuteo.
2 small dogs versus 1 mad person. The idea is that you take one handful of dog biscuits and use the Subbuteo 'flick to kick' action to move the biscuits round the floor. Nominate a goal from any piece of suitable furniture, and try to score as many goals as possible before the dogs eat the biscuits.
The cats don't think it will catch on.
Thursday 1 November 2007
Where's Lisa?
I've not seen my friend Lisa for a wee while so I moseyed over to her blog at Frowny Baby.
It wasn't there.
I was searching for something that wasn't there. It said so, nice and clear next to the Frowny Baby.
I knew she hadn't really disappeared into a nasty dark cyberspace pit. I suspected it probably has a LOT to do with Damon messing around on it. But I suddenly felt really bereft.
One quick check on Facebook and an e-mail later, and she is unwell but confirmed as still alive!
Amazing how soon we get dependent on these things.
It wasn't there.
I was searching for something that wasn't there. It said so, nice and clear next to the Frowny Baby.
I knew she hadn't really disappeared into a nasty dark cyberspace pit. I suspected it probably has a LOT to do with Damon messing around on it. But I suddenly felt really bereft.
One quick check on Facebook and an e-mail later, and she is unwell but confirmed as still alive!
Amazing how soon we get dependent on these things.
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