It's too late ...

... I tell FeedMe, after his operation.

He spent a day and a half in my nieces bedroom after his desexing operation.
I've never seen him so happy.
Being patted by two girls and a boy with a room to himself.
It must have been like waking up in heaven.

He was so sad to come home.
This is how sad he was ...

He didn't even blink when I walked towards him and took photos.

I had to poke him to make sure he hadn't died.

I have a girl cat.
An unfixed girl cat.
I keep trying to save up to get her desexed but it seems to get more expensive the older she gets.

It's only been maybe a week since FeedMe had his operation and the spirit is willing.

I keep telling him it's all about bellyrubs now, dude.
This isn't a thing for you anymore.
It ain't sinking in.

Bokkie was so upset with me.
He was in cat heaven without the miniscule fluffy ginger cat to distract.

I thought FeedMe was only five or six months tops when he turned up, but the vet thinks he is closer to two years old from the state of his teeth.

PsychoCat went through an affectionate period.
I'm surprised I have any hair left.
Apparently, she thinks I'm dirty.

This is FeedMe when he came home.

So not happy.

Psycho Kitty

Cest ca say
Far far far far far far far better
Run run run run run away

Lesson learnt:  stray cats/kittens come on heat waaaaay earlier than ordinary domestic cats.

They didn't even make lots of noise like wot I would expect a girl kitty on heat to do.  It was a learning curve that has not been repeated.

She is my shame and my joy ...

...and for reasons unknowable, psychokitty incest cat, aka Wombat, has decidedly she loves me.

Don't get me wrong.
We used to be very close when she was young.
She didn't seem at all mentally unstable initially.

But then ...

... my landloord wanted to do some work on the house.
Painting and sanding and fiddling about with windows and doors.

Wombat was an inside cat so I decided to remove my cats to my sisters house.
Three large cages all wired together and I  stopped by twice a day to give them outside time.
(And when I say twice a day, I mean before and after work for excessive periods of time cause I didn't want to run into the landlord. I basically only went home to sleep)

The landlord took two or more months.

I had not expected it to take so long.

Wombat has been violent and bad tempered ever since, except ...

... brief periods when she suddenly decides she loves me and can't bare to be parted from me for a period of about three days tops.

So far, she has bathed me from forehead to cleavage.

I feel raw.

Do I have any skin left?

At least it has stopped the chatting.

She will by like an excessively demonstrative loving psycho stalker tick for the near future.

Oh god.
She is starting on cleaning my belly!

Ow ow ow ow ouch

If I  promise to have a shower
 will you stop cleaning my head?

Delighted with find

I found these darling little gold pineapple shaped soap dishes in K-mart.
I am going to use them as cat bowls.

Also, I bought myself a rainbow dress to cheer myself up and because I couldn't resist it and because I'm weak, which i shouldn't have cause i need to save money this week, cause i wanna hire a carpet shampooer and stock up on kitty litter and stuff, but anywho ...

It seems to cheerup complete strangers too, because I was stopped three times in a couple of hours to be told I looked marvelous/beautiful.

Never a bad thing though, hey?

Better late than never

George didn't escape as often as I expected over Xmas, so this is the first chance I've had to adorn him in his planned xmas regalia.

I made Bokkie stay in all night and all day.
Come the morn, he delicately touched my nose a couple of times with gentle paw to wake me.
A soft ma-racking trill.
I didn't want to get up yet.
I pretended I was still asleep.
I don't think I fooled him.
He gave me an almighty wallop and glared at me with his ears back when I reared back in surprise.

Woe is me ...

... I've been away from home so much and meals so inconsistent, whilst mother has been in town over xmas, that Bokkie is not coming home much.

I've not seen him since yesterday afternoon.
He's missed dinner twice now.

Last year he was at sister 's house, though I didn't see him much then either.

I hope I can woo him back over the next couple of weeks.
I am wrecking my brain for treats that will keep him close to home.
This disgusting weather is not helping, though we have it better than the rest of the country.

It's a mad old world when Townsville is a more temperature and consistent temperature then the rest of the east coast.

I hope to be able to afford a proper cat enclosure this year.

If not, i resolve  to boodgy up something with starpickets , plastic tubing and shadecloth and to heck with the unsightly mess i will probably make.  I am going to try and make my own fly screens too. And book cases. 

So basically... i am going to buy a cordless drill, a saw and some wood and make a big old mess.

AND I DON'T CARE!

Action shot

FeedMe yawning in the midst of cutesy flirtatious looks

FeedMe on his dignify 

Makes me think of that guide dog advert. 
Oh hum, got offerred another tv commercial today ...

Shaving party

Sisters hair coming out in handfuls over last couple of days, so we had a shaving party today.  Her husband, son, daughter and me went the full shave and other daughter went undercut, in a show of solidarity.

Me & sis

Maybe we could audition for the Monkey reboot being filmed in New Zealand.  We'd make awesome monks.

2017 ...

... fuck off and die.
I'm glad to see the back of ya.

Really that goes for the last couple actually.

I am going to have an awesome 2018.
I've made a vow.

Hell ... I might even go to a dentist this year!

That is how strong a vow I made.

It INCLUDES dentistry, ay?

I'm like wonder woman this year.

I can even buy my own tin foil and not get yelled at by my mother for making bullet proof braclets/cluffs and headbands.