Good Knight
byThree hours. That’s how long it was from walking past the pet section in Kmart until we were leaving our local RSPCA with a new family member
Three hours. That’s how long it was from walking past the pet section in Kmart until we were leaving our local RSPCA with a new family member
I’ve come to this realisation: one day I will become my father. I think it’s destiny for most of us, and I’ve decided to change my approach.
I think the biggest issue with having Master24 and his girlfriend living with us for a few months is going to be our children’s contraceptiveness…
Try not to gag.
Having cats in the house is increasing my stress to new, hitherto unseen levels.
Same Day, Different Shit…
“Is that for me?” Tracey asked me this morning as I made myself a coffee. “Not this one,” I muttered. “I didn’t sleep real well last night.” Mistake…
The chance to feed the cat is something the kids always fight over.
I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming. I should have. I really should have. I mean, I live here. These kids are not strangers, even if they are a little strange.
“There’s poo in the bathroom!” yelled Miss4, racing into our office and tugging frantically on my shirt.
“Great,” I said…
“Does cat pee kill grass?” my father asked my mother this week.
“Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “Is Mum home yet?” “No,” he said. “What’s going on? This is the third time you’ve called. Has the cat got out?” He was referring to our new kitten, Minion. “No,” I told him. “Although you might say the cat’s out of the bag.”
Already I’ve discovered, you’ve got to have deep pockets when you own a cat. Aside from the upfront money to the RSPCA, there’s the litter, litter box, food, necklace, tag, box hire and the exorbitant cost of naming the cat…
Although I suspect I got diddled on the naming fee.
The dropping of the ‘I want a cat’ bombshell has been deployed fairly regularly over the last 15 years to great success in avoiding all manner of housework for a few hours, as I then have to retaliate using my ‘I still don’t’ defensive maneuvers. Things tend to escalate fairly quickly from there.
“Do you really need me to come with you?” I asked Tracey when the alarm started bleating at us at 4.45 this morning. “I can’t even convince my eyelids to separate.”