Posts Tagged ‘cat’

Bit of a rush today. Received these 3 lovelies this week. Had a head scratch moment at the cat card, but then I remembered that I updated my profile that I LOOOOOVE kitties.

And since no month is complete with at least 5 cards from Finland 😉 I’ve updated that I would like some Grannies cards by Inge Löök (Of course I had to receive this one first to decide that I actually wanted to start collecting them) I think they’re cute, but their joke might be wasted on me… still trying to figure this one out 😕

Happy Postcrossing!

NL-379719 from Netherlands

DE-597036 From Germany

FI-810012 From Finland

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Surprise Surprise, I have a guest blogger for you today. I begged and begged and then I copied and pasted an email  she gave in. Tracy’s Topics presents to you the mother of a gorgeous little future son in law boy, always entertaining over a cup of fake-arula, more exciting than 7de Laan: my friend Supachick!! {we met on the interwebz and neither of us is a psycho killer… maybe}

Picture the scene… 

I pop home for lunch (since work and home are around the corner I can now do that!).  I’m sitting in the lounge watching TV and Leo (the FAS cat) keeps “digging” under the couch cushions.  So I recon there’s a moth or something that’s flown in that he’s trying to get to, and move the cushions.  Don’t see anything.  Put his (more) odd (than usual) behavior down to sniffing the deo can fumes that I had sprayed earlier and carry on watching TV.

 Next thing I see is a mole marching along the top on the couch and Leo head diving into the coffee table whilst trying to get to it.

 So…. That was the end of my quiet lunch in front of the telly.  Leo got exiled and I attempted to rescue the poor creature (the mole not the cat!).  Of cause, I know from past experience that they bite f@##$%#$ sore (don’t ask) so don’t actually wanna touch the thing.

I didn’t reach my goal in the end, closed all the windows and will re attempt this act before going to collect the other creature from school. 

Now, stop laughing, clean the tea off the PC Screen and get back up off the floor.  What did YOU do in your (non lunch time) lunch break?


Update later the day via text sms email:  

“after slaving at my desk for a further 2 hours, panic stricken over the life of the poor mole, I rush home to continue the rescue mission.  After searching high (well as high as I can get on my less than 1 full meter legs!) and low for said mole, I was about to give up the search when I thought he might be behind the fridge.  On the way to the fridge (still on hands and knees) I see the object of my desire…. My Rescue mission has just turned in to a recovery mission 😦 

Sadly Mr (I have no idea of the actual gender, nor do I have any over whelming desire to find out) Mole passed away sometime in the afternoon – cause of death?  Drowning via cats water bowl.”

And THAT Alanis, is IRONIC.

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Resident Cat

This is TB (or Tazz, or kitsie), our new resident cat. Two days ago some kids brought him (we hope it’s male – three of us inspected and ventured an uneducated guess – I’ve only ever owned female cats) to my colleague’s flat and left him in the parking lot. One the way to work my colleague heard a funny noise coming from the engine. Turns out the cat had climbed up from under the car for a night snooze.

At work, short-arm-me delved around under the bonnet and untangled little TB from the depths or the Toyota Tazz. Always resourceful (I swear we can serve 3 course meals for 3 days on our lab’s kitchen content) we fed him some runny Pronutro and weak watery milk. Poor thing was famished and wolfed it all down. Now we needed to find him a home. Phoned around a bit and the local DBV said (in so many words) that if they took him in, they would have him put out (read killed). I phoned around a bit more.

X-ray neighbour lady across the road said that she’s been thinking of getting another cat since hers had passed away. Only catch is that she can’t have it at work until 5pm, would we mind minding it. Just as I assured her that we’ll keep him until home-time, TB made a bee-line for the hospital courtyard (Our lab is on the same premises), and of course the yard is fenced off – by 5 metre high fences – 2 of them.

TB the kitten didn’t come back when he got hungry; we left him some food and water out at the same spot we originally fed him. This morning still no TB. X-ray lady’s husband was more upset about losing their new per than his wife – felt really bad that I let him slip through.

The new hospital doctor called around teatime asking if we wanted a cat. Ecstatic, my colleague relayed the story and asked her to bring the kitten over. Turns out one of the patients had the kitten and promptly handed it over to the doctor while she was doing rounds. Trying to find it a home, she had some adventures of her own including ice-cream bowl full of cat pellets strewn on the floor and 2 lacerated thumbs, one belonging to the office’s occupant – TB was very hungry. 2 tetanus shots later, and the cat was back at the lab, this time inside the lab. Pesky was trying to sneak in so much anyway.

At the moment he’s content playing with toes and chasing after timer strings. His new owner will fetch him this afternoon: Now to avoid anyone stepping on him, getting stuck behind the incubator or growing an extra tail.

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