I had a visitor this morning!!
I was hanging the washing out, keeping an eye on the kids when this storm of
barking erupted in the backyard! Now this was my 'snake dog' barking, not
the burglar friendly one, so I thought I'd better go and see what her
problem was today. Anything sets her off, birds, postmen, cane toads, but
she was barking specifically at a stack of old corrugated iron I have set
aside for the cat run I want to build at our new house (fingers crossed).
She didn't have her hackles up, as she does at snakes, but I didn't want to
take the chance, so I went and got a broom, hubby's old work boots, and a
towel in case it was an injured possum or bat. Told the kids to steer clear,
and started verrry carefully removing the bits of iron with the rake handle,
trying to keep an eye on both ends in case whatever-it-was decided to run
for it. Upon lifting the largest piece, very slowly, what did I see but a
furry tail, attached to a tiny and very pretty Russian Blue type
kitten-thing!! The poor little mite skeddadled away through the bushes,
pursued by the dog (who knows enough about cats and their ways of revenge to
stay a metre or two away and make lots of noise!). I eventually caught up
with it, after scrambling through bushes, and making enough noise swearing,
screaming at dogs and children to grab aforementioned dogs to ensure the
whole neighbourhood of my mental instability (which they probably suspected
but now are convinced of). He was the cutest little thing...I immediately
started planning how to win DH over to adding another to our furry family,
when I noticed he had a collar...sigh. Never mind. This little guy was sure
to have come from somewhere nearby, I thought, so I peered over the fences,
to see a heavily pregnant lady (in this heat, poor dear) running frantically
down the stairs to see whether her children were the cause of all the fuss.
I waved her over, and she was so relieved to see the kitten, apparently his
name is Jasper, he's a part Russian Blue they just adopted from the RSPCA,
and he disappeared this morning. Our children have an 'over the fence'
aquaintance but I'd never met her, so it was nice to meet in such positive
circumstances, instead of the 'your child pushed mine off the fence'
situation I have been expecting. So a very happy little Jasper went back to
two adoring little girls, and my dogs can go back to terrorizing cane toads!
*Sigh* Russian Blues are sooo beautiful though!!
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Excuse the typos. I have a lapful of purry Siamese. In the process of my
writing this, they have
1.Clawed their way up my leg
2.Climbed my head, removing several clumps of hair on the way
3Talked incessantly about the shocking food on offer, and what I'm going to
do about it
4 Changed Caps Lock a few times
5.Typed several lines of gibberish
6. Demanded continuous cuddles, which means I am typing left handed
7. Put the monitor to sleep
8. Had a fight over who gets which part of The Lap
9. Chased Greeblings in my shirt/hair/monitor
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