Well, the two cats are spending their first night in their new abode. Poor things, I feel bad for them, but I would feel worse if they were romping around the acre marauding all the birds they could catch. Particularly our new friends, the ducks.
It is a relief to have them safe from the outside world and the outside world safe from them…though they are not currently convinced it’s for the best.
De-moped myself from last night and have regained some bounce. This is my new friend for the day…..
Painting is v.close. Yay. But the trip to Melbourne is getting nearer and nearer – so much to do in so little time. Must find small impressionable female between now and then who will be willing…actually, more than willing….grateful and enraptured at the opportunity to feed two pissed off, neglected fenced in cats. Oh, I’m feeling v.hopeful about this. (I think this is my cue to go and learn hypnosis.)
Bucket flushing the toilet has taken on a whole other perspective…well, it now has twice the view. There are currently two holes in the bathroom wall to the outside world – one from the window that M removed today and one for the window-to-be.
‘You’d be on the first plane back to Melbourne if you’d hit your finger as hard as I just did.’
(I take issue with this – I’m sure I’d do a few things before jumping straight on the plane – storm around, swear a bit, hide under the house for a good cry.)