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rimturseAfter seeing Felix and Murphy inside, Lilith (who is either pregnant or has swallowed a football*) and Frasier have suddenly realised that cats can be indoors. In fact, cats should probably be indoors! Oh the constant pathetic whining is driving me absolutely bonkers. Add to that my guilty conscience because Frasier the little twit can't figure out how to get in and out of the stables to seek shelter and warmth.
Frasier, who by the way within a week went from "half-wild kitten who can only be touched when bribed with food" to "Frasier Underfoot, the lethal tripper and super-cuddler of all things human". Right now the only way to get quickly from point A to B outside without stepping on or falling over kitten is to distract him or clap hands LOUDLY to scare him enough to keep at least a small distance - that by the way must look pretty silly to anyone observing us. Luckily we live in the middle of no-where.
Felix and Lilith are not quite sure how to handle the territory issue, they seem to agree that there *is* a territory issue, but none are willing to push the matter. Frasier is too young to understand such things and surprisingly Murphy now seems to enjoy to sit inside and chirp and warble lovingly at the kitten.
*Anyone want a kitten? I'll make sure they are healthy, well fed and well socialized by the time they are ready to leave their mom.
I have a stiff neck from painting the basement ceiling in our future bead storage room. We've emptied out the living room and are preparing to sand down the laquered wooden floor within the next days, following that we'll paint the panelling and the walls before moving in the furniture and finally setting up the TV and stereo. It'll be nice to have a living room. Of course it would be even nicer to have a practical kitchen and a non-icky bathroom, but we'll get to that.
My brain is pretty fried from trying to get my head round all the practical stuff that needs to be organised. I'm beginning to think I need a Mrs. Brown and a personal assistant once I win the Euro Millions Lottery.
Oh and we've insulated the oil furnace in the basement. It looks like R2D2, and I'm constantly expecting it to *blip* at me every time I walk past.
Frasier, who by the way within a week went from "half-wild kitten who can only be touched when bribed with food" to "Frasier Underfoot, the lethal tripper and super-cuddler of all things human". Right now the only way to get quickly from point A to B outside without stepping on or falling over kitten is to distract him or clap hands LOUDLY to scare him enough to keep at least a small distance - that by the way must look pretty silly to anyone observing us. Luckily we live in the middle of no-where.
Felix and Lilith are not quite sure how to handle the territory issue, they seem to agree that there *is* a territory issue, but none are willing to push the matter. Frasier is too young to understand such things and surprisingly Murphy now seems to enjoy to sit inside and chirp and warble lovingly at the kitten.
*Anyone want a kitten? I'll make sure they are healthy, well fed and well socialized by the time they are ready to leave their mom.
I have a stiff neck from painting the basement ceiling in our future bead storage room. We've emptied out the living room and are preparing to sand down the laquered wooden floor within the next days, following that we'll paint the panelling and the walls before moving in the furniture and finally setting up the TV and stereo. It'll be nice to have a living room. Of course it would be even nicer to have a practical kitchen and a non-icky bathroom, but we'll get to that.
My brain is pretty fried from trying to get my head round all the practical stuff that needs to be organised. I'm beginning to think I need a Mrs. Brown and a personal assistant once I win the Euro Millions Lottery.
Oh and we've insulated the oil furnace in the basement. It looks like R2D2, and I'm constantly expecting it to *blip* at me every time I walk past.
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Date: 2007-09-06 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 11:14 pm (UTC)Thanks for keeping us posted!
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Date: 2007-09-07 05:39 pm (UTC)If you were truly a cat lady, you would have a dozen or so in the house and another dozen or so outside and you probably wouldn't have them all fixed because you couldn't afford it.
I suppose there's a fine line between being a cat lady and being an animal hoarder. Or at least a spectrum. But there's a psychological quirk involved, so probably a line. And I'm quite sure which side of the line you are on, so no worries.
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Date: 2007-09-10 03:30 pm (UTC)I think I'm too practical- and economical minded to become a true cat lady.
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Date: 2007-09-06 01:27 am (UTC)and those kitties sure did land on their feet having you turn up there. 8-)
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Date: 2007-09-06 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 01:46 am (UTC)Still happy to be in Denmark? :D
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