Have you ever thought about weighing a cat? Most (normal) people probably haven’t…but in this household the thought has come up more than once. We are a family that tends to be surrounded by
large big-boned cats. It all began with a small teeny ball of fluff called Rupert and my parent’s cat (Sir) Henry (T. Ford) has carried on the tradition. In order to make sure that he doesn’t get all Guinness Book of World Records on us, Nana Margie and Poppy Jack try to keep an eye on his weight.
How is this done?
1. Find a
willing docile cooperative cat.
2. Gather your supplies
3. Gather cat with supplies.
4. Encourage cat into bag. Remind him how much he LOVES this part.
5. Raise bag into air. At same time, remind husband that swinging said bag is a SEVERELY punishable offence.
6. Pretend that this number is at least 1kg less than shown (probably due to user error).
7. It’s okay Henry – it’s all that fluff around your face that is weighing you down buddy. I’ll bring my clippers with me next time…
The last of my time at home has flown by in a bit of a blur, as it always seems to do at the end…
Headed out to my cousins house last week to visit and got to catch up with Fergus the bull
– 3 years later and he’s a little
bigger. He even has ginormous horns now.
On Monday i headed out to Guildford to have morning tea with two of my most favourite peeps – DangerSteve and Miss Mieke. I also got to finally meet the most recent addition to their family, Sean, who was slightly
impressed with my donation of a rubber chicken.
Made some more Christmas spiders with Nana Margie – the perfect addition to any tree
Spent some additional time harrassing the cat. I need to get as much of this in as possible, seeing as I only get to see him every couple of years.
Just a day and a bit before i have to jump on another plane to head back to cold, cold DC.
Nana Margie has a beautiful backyard and close to the house, there is a little fishbowl with two small goldfish. Twice a day they get fed, and its quite the fanfare…for the cat.
Big ol Orange there is the tubby one. He’s a little bossy with the fish food.
Sir Henry T. Ford coming to supervise the morning feeding, to make sure it is up to scratch.
Just keeping an eye on the tall lady human to make sure that she is following orders correctly.
A nice warm 102° F in Perth today…..completely the opposite of what the family in DC is experiencing at the moment – i’m kind of curious what kind of state of shock my body will go into when i get home to the cooooold
It’s Sunday here in the future and as most shops and things are still closed on a Sunday, the parents and I decided to take a day off from family-ing and touristy-ing and just stay at home and annoy Mr Henry. Mission fairly accomplished i would say
The mama and i did head into Freo yesterday to have a wander through the markets and to pop back into Didgeridoo Breath. Not much new around and is it just me or are the Freo markets getting smaller and smaller every year? So not much success with my list of stuff to take back home….but i did manage to find one bargain…
Ignore the face and the hair…it’s bloody hot here!
Money well spent i think…well i guess considering that Margie bought it for me, it was a definite bargain
Tomorrow some of my cousins are coming over to the house and then at some point next week the parents and i are going to do a tour of the Fremantle Prison which should be a blast! Also left on the list is more family time and a day in the city on Thursday. I think next time i come home, i’m going to have to do so for a hell of a lot longer…two and a bit weeks is never enough. But the next time i come home, i will also have a lot more baggage with me…is it possible that i could fit the wee-b in overhead storage?
I love you wee-b….just joking about the overhead storage, you can totally fit under my chair.
Woke up this morning to a very silly Henry, who has now decided that tearing up and down the hallway at lightning speeds is a RIOT! I think Nanna Margie and Poppy Jack are going to have their hands full with this kitten. Although, about a week or so after i go home, my niece MJ will be flying over to spend some time in Perth so she will take over the terrorizing for a little bit.
We went out to the hospital this morning to check in on my grandmother and she seems to be doing a lot better than she was when she was first admitted. The great news is, while we were there, the doctor came by to check on her and announced that she would be being discharged today and should be back in her own bed this afternoon. She was thoroughly pleased with that news
We decided that in honor of the New Year we would go all out for dinner tonight and have fish n chips.
Ahh….best meal ever.
Woke up yesterday morning to news that my Grandmother had had a fall and was taken into Royal Perth Hospital. After finally getting through all the rigmarole there, dad got through to someone on the phone and got an update on her. She’s doing okay, got a bit of a sore head but they are taking good care of her at the moment and she should be home in a day or two.
In the afternoon we headed back out to the cat shelter to pick up Mr Henry. After a bit of a wait to get him and some more paperwork that had to be filled out, we had a fluffy little kitten shoved into a cat carrier ready to come home. I don’t think i’ve ever met a kitten so full of spunk and silliness…he’s had us in stitches since we got home.
Mr Henry straight out of his carrier
A snooze to get some more energy to deal with us nuts.
We have had such a blast with him so far. Today I may have gotten a little silly with him, but isn’t that what kittens are for? He’s so placid and to date i don’t think his motor has stopped working….it’s all purr purr purr…you can hear him from a mile off!
All dressed up and nowhere to go…
Yes. I am four.