We spent the bank holiday weekend in Nedwcastle, going up on a surprise birthday visit to Girlpants mammy. We do have some photos, but they'll have to be scanned in due course. Shopping, catching up, eating and cocktails were all on the menu with no hangovers but blisters on ankles from walking in the Dene in new shoes as Girlpants told me not to pack as much as I would usually, meaning the back up wardrobe for the cold was left at home so the Devon lass froze her tits off up North.

But amazingly, no fish passed on to the big bowl in the sky and the cats didn't hate us on our return. Usually they piss in the slippers, sniff in our general direction or even leave little parcels of furballs around under the table, on the laptops or on the beds to surprise us. Yet this time, naddah.
It must be the promise of tuna.

Once every five seconds. Every single time there is a power cut, the UPS's on the fish tanks and TIVO kicks in. And from 3am this morning, that was all I heard every five seconds.
For three and a half hours.  

Beep..... Beep..... Beep.....

This wouldn't have been that bad, except three days ago on the last power cut, several fish died and lardy cat made a rather clumpsy attempt to jump in front of a motion sensor, kicking off the burglar alarm which in turn managed to wake the neighbours, who were slightly peeved which escalated when they realised that with the power off, there was a distinct inability of ridding ourselves of the constant pounding. That would be Catch 22 then.

So I lay there, unable to sleep as a beep made me painfully aware that at any point, our house alarm would kick in, which would in turn probably mean that we would in all probability be lynched by the locals. Finally, the final beep eased off, the hum of the tanks restarted and with sigh of relief, I eased back into the pillows, waiting for sleep. And tne minutes later, the heavens opened with claps of thunder and lightening. That would be sod's law then.

On a plus note, Girlpants had an early morning meeting, and as my contract ended last Friday,
I had a lie in. With a pussy cat.
 
 
Now Pat - how can you say no to a sight like that...?
 

Day 1411 of my captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects, with random laser lights that fly past around the room like UFO's and ragged old bits of string. They dine lavishly each night on fresh fish and meat, while the other inmate, Lardy and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets that I just can't stop eating, despite my distaste of it. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dreams of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet yesterday and to further emphasise, I also vomitted in her shoes, however she has so many pairs, it may be some time before this is noticed.

He did however notice when I pissed in his slippers.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of and what levels I will go to.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

There was even some sort of family gathering the other month and a meeting of their accomplices. Itmust have been some sort of cult, as they all wore coloured paper hats and handed out covered boxes. Lardy and I however, were placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that our further confinement was due to some of their guests having "cat allergies".  I must learn what this means exactly, and how I can use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my captor tormentors by weaving around his feet & between his legs as he was walking but he managed to avoid tripping over me.  I must try this again tomorrow but at the top of the stairs.

Once again, I must note some of my sisters usefulness in our fight for freedom. Whilst she revels in the food and rolls on her back whenever our captors walk near, she thus allows me more opportunity and freedom to plan our escape, whilst occassionally coughing up a hairball on the bedspread.

(blog post taken in some part from an emailed dog & cat diary, and adapted for the H-D animals)

I know this due to the fact that it has been glorious all week and even this weekend. You can always tell when Devon is tottering on the edge of spring, as the sun shines as you plod in the office, and then the heavens open on the weekend.

But now the sun is out, the sky is a deep clear blue and the Pimms has been dusted out from it's winter hidey hole in the cupboard. The birds are swooping in kamakaze style into the garden to get garden waste to build nests with, the cats are moulting left and right, and I have a nose like Rudolf, as the hay fever has kicked in far far worse than any year yet, right in the middle of tidying up the garden for the move. There's a pile of tissues mounting up in the bin next to me as I occassionally blow my nose like a ferry leaving port, and a cold flannel at the ready to stop me gouging out my itchy eyeballs.

But I do love spring!
And I do love this garden

I shall miss it when we leave

Apologies for the absence, but so much gossip, but so little time before bed.

Lets see - there's been cosmos, nights out, makeup slapped on, christenings, bets lost, jobs ending, possible jobs starting, choccies, dinners out without the hosts (but they still paid! ;o) ), family, sick cats (again), exercise, meeting the dentists and and shopping for the most expensive thing ever.

Thats right. Slightly scared Sim. First Time Homeowner. Offer accepted as of 1500 hours today.

You know, I think I may just need a stiff whisky to face the reality of mortgages, wills and finally being a grown up...

Ahh - Easter.

The time for chocolate, bunnies and waking up early thinkning it's a Monday and therefore you should goto work. This of course got the cats hopes up as they saw one of us stir, thiinkng it was time to stuff their heads in troughs and were most displeased to find that I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. So they took turns. Jumping on me. Near the head, on the legs - the killer jump was the one where the fat cat took a run and jump. Landing smack bang in the centre of the bladder.

And the in-laws were asking about children???