Ferdinand's adventure

Having been missing for nearly a full day Ferdinand came home at 630 on the morning, injured, after having been attacked by a dog.

Two days at the vet, x-rays, surgery, intravenous drips, and painkillers later he came home.

Thankfully there was only bruising and a puncture that needed cleaning and stitching.

The bruising was awful but over the next couple of days it faded dramatically.

And the entire time he was healing, Ferdinand did not act like an invalid or as is he had been badly injured.

He kept galavanting about as if he was totally not wounded and hadn't spent two days at the vets undergoing a surgical cleaning of his wound, intravenous drips for his shock and fever and a massive amount of bruising.

Luckily, he's back to his usual mischievous self.

And is pestering Sebastian to distraction.

From a quagmire of Ick

Have you ever been so disgusted by an eating establishement that you took pictures of the ick and sent it to their corporate offices?
I have.

My mother and I were feeling like some junk food for lunch on the 2nd of April and so we went to the Hungry Jacks in Innaloo to get a burger on our way to Bunnings to get garden things to make my house look pretty.

Every single table was dirty.
There were ships all over the floor.
There were Cleaning in Progress signs everywhere. And there was no cleaning staff in sight. Though on teenager with a bored look on her face came out of the kitchens with a wet mop and half heartedly moved some of the mess on the floor a little bit and then dragged the mop back into the back rooms.
Oh, and the bins were overflowing and there were flies everywhere too.

I felt a little bit ill.

Floor snack are the latest thing.

Yummy.

Cats can be geeks too

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise....

Tell him he is a good cat. A pretty cat.

Back stab him! Back stab him!!

Going Away

... Morning ...

So, today I watched my breakfast as it heated up and cooked in the toaster.
Bread going from soft and pale to a crispy golden brown crunchiness.

I watched as the heat from the elements caused the paleness to turn first golden and then brown.
I watched as the heat wafted upwards and warmed my face.
My eyes watered as the heat reddened my cheeks.

Cats wind their way around my legs, demanding attention.
I try to ignore their pleas. It is futile.
They look innocently expectant as I turn.
Their quiet stillness is suddenly gone as I open the fridge. It is all loud demands and expectations.

I give them their food and return the can to the fridge.
The kitchen is silent now and, as I turn back to the toaster, there is a pop and the toast rises.

What was once bread is now brown and crispy toast ready for butter and jam.