Yesterday I went to the Eye Hospital for a check-up on how my squint is doing, accompanied, as usual, by my bestest frennid Geoff.  My eyes haven't changed much, which is good, though I wish they would improve!

Anyhoo, while in Brighton we did what we usually do - a bit of shopping followed by delicious hot dogs from the stand.

Geoff was bored out of his crust on this occasion because I was choosing lipstick (he hates lipstick!) and since all the shades have changed it took me a long time to choose, especially as Boots had an offer of 3 for the price of 2. Likewise with hair dyes!  Eventually, a me chuffed with her bargains and a slightly grumpy Geoff made our way to the hot dog stand. "Whose turn is it to pay?" asked Geoff.  "Well, I think it's me," I replied truthfully.  Even if it had been Geoff's turn, I think I would have answered the same after what he'd had to endure!

Anyhoo, we enjoyed our lovely, delicious hot dogs and while doing so, noticed how few pigeons there were about begging us for scraps.  On a previous occasion, we took these pictures on our mobile phones:

 Perhaps the council have done a cull... :(

 

 
 :) xxx

Stop! Thief!!!

Yes, I know, the place is a bit of a mess...



The talking in the background is the telly.

Boris in the Bath

For 3 days there's been a Boris, the size of a small plate, in my bath; hence I'm very smelly and you could fry chips in my hair.  Where are the cats when you need them?  Every time I plucked up enough courage to look, there was Boris, standing in my bath, looking up at me angrily.  He was too big for me to attempt to rescue him but I felt sorry for him so I poured a little water at the opposite end of the bath so at least he wouldn't die of thirst.

Oh joy!  The Caramels were having a mad 5 minutes earlier and Simba followed me up to the bathroom...  I hunkered down and played with him.  I tapped the bath and he came over, almost jumped in, but didn't.  Simba doesn't like to be picked up so I usually respect this.

However, when we repeated the game, several things happened simultaneously:  I tried to pick up Simba and put him in the bath and while he struggled I saw that Boris had come over to the side of the bath.  One of Simba's arms was stretched out and suddenly Boris jumped!!!  I thought he landed on Simba, who meanwhile was legging it out the door while I fell over...

I picked myself up, brushed myself off, and started off downstairs...  AAARRRGH!  Halfway down there was Boris, on my t-shirt...

:) xxx


 

What Sea?

Skype conversation between Pinky and Black Cat:

08/06/2011 22:47:55 Pinky: Allo singletude?

22:49:06 Black Cat: Wot?!

22:49:55 Pinky: As you're one you're a singletude as opposed to a multitude!

22:50:29 Black Cat: Oh, I get it... :)

22:51:07 Pinky: Great, let's all hold hands and get in touch with the living (rofl)

22:54:02 Black Cat: Or time travel while gardening, watch Not Going Out and generally keep up with one's loony best friend, lol! (rofl)

22:55:10 Pinky: Don't follow Not Going Out, am watching a recording about Britain's secret seas

22:56:20 Black Cat: Oh, well, NGO is very funny!

22:56:50 Black Cat: Erm, wot secret seas?

22:58:23 Pinky: Broadcast on 29th May. Just seen a sequence about life under the Palace Pier

23:01:29 Black Cat: That's not a secret sea, that's the Channel, or the North Sea, or the Atlantic Ocean or summat! The Irish Sea maybe?

23:02:18 Pinky: Well I dunno about you, but I live by the seaside

23:02:58 Black Cat: Yeah dood, but what seaside?!

23:03:35 Pinky: Brighton seaside

23:05:23 Black Cat: Bristol Channel? Med? Caribbean? Brighton Aquarium? Wot the 'eck is our local sea, lol!?!

23:06:30 Pinky: The Brighton Aquarium is on land silly

23:06:49 Black Cat: Face it, you don't know, you's googling!!!

23:07:08 Pinky: No I'm not!!

23:08:42 Black Cat: The Brighton Aquarium is not on land, it's under water, that's how fish piss in it!

23:09:09 Pinky: Yes, but the water is on land!

23:10:32 Black Cat: No it can't be, it's water for Ceiling Cat's sake!

23:10:59 Pinky: Eh!

23:11:20 Black Cat: Wait one, going 2 da l'eau...

08/06/2011 23:11:34 Pinky: Love it

Later I pointed out to Pinky that all seas are on land (think about it...) therefore the Brighton Aquarium, being full of sea water, could be a (very small) sea, hee hee!


Bestest, 



:) xxx

Boris in the Bath

I had a Boris  (see here for the original Boris's story - on the other hand don't bother!) in my bath on Wednesday.  Were the Caramels any help?  Nah.  So I had to go stinky all day.  Good thing I didn't have to go out.

Anyhoo, yesterday, Thursday, I did have to go out, and oh joy!  It looked like Boris had found his way out of the bath.  I turned on the taps at shower setting and, remembering a previous Boris incident, gingerly lifted the non-slip mat.  *Shudder*, there he was, clinging to the bottom of the mat and looking a bit wet and bedraggled.  "Aaach", I screamed quietly, while dropping the shower and turning off the water.  Boris climbed onto the shower-head and so I picked it up by the hose and swung it out of the bath onto the floor.  Boris crawled off it and made his way slowly towards the window.  He crawled up the wall and disappeared behind the radiator.

I had my bath.

This morning I noticed a web spun between the left side of the window and the radio (which sits on the windowsill).  No sign of Boris, but there were several dead flies (yes, I'm still fly-wrangling) on the sill...  Good job Boris!  Happy New Year!

And Happy New Year to evfurybody!





:) xxx

Dona Nobis Pacem

Peace my friends.  May there be peace in all the world.


 
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:) xxx

Wordy Wednesday: The Piebald Cat!

Last night, or in the early hours of this morning, I was watching TV, keeping an eye on Facebook and playing Bubble Island (as you do) when, "Mrrrreeeww" and a white cat sprang onto the arm of the settee, as often happens.  I turned to greet him and, "Arrrrrrgh, where have you been Alfie?  What have you been up to???"

I got up and went to the kitchen, knowing Alfie would follow me.  He did, and while I was wetting a cloth he jumped up to his feeding station and stared at his empty bowl.  I approached him, wetted cloth at the ready, thinking he would not appreciate being washed, but no!  He purred and purred as I tried to get the black stuff off him, to no avail.  The cloth only darkened slightly.

Goodness knows what this stuff is, but it's not oily, doesn't flake off, and is odourless and tasteless (yes, I know...  I did...  But I was worried it might be poisonous...).

After my washing attempt:

I watched him very carefully, hand poised over the phone ready to call the emergency vet, but so far there seem to be no adverse affects.

Paws crossed.  But I think Alfie will be piebald until the stuff grows out...

Does anycat know what this stuff might be?

:) xxx