Remember we inherited Lilo from the people across the road a little while ago? Well she has settled in quite nicely. There is still a bit of a power struggle going on between her and Chloe – but I think that’s to be expected as they are pretty much the same size and more-or-less the same age. Fortunately they are no longer barking at each other continuously – believe me, that stage grew very old, very quickly! Right now they are on the "if I ignore you then perhaps you will go away stage" - much easier on our ears.
3 weeks ago I went to fill up my car and Rox came along for the ride. As we were pulling out of the garage we noticed a tiny little black kitten darting around the main road and then heading straight for an oncoming taxi, at which point I shut my eyes, so I never saw how it miraculously avoided becoming road kill, but the tenacious little beast did. At which point Rox went straight into “rescuer mode” and spent a good few minutes, dodging various vehicles and hurtling after the poor, terrified creature, until she finally captured the little scrap of feline smelliness. Seriously, this little kitten smelt like it had been living in a pit toilet!!
The pathetic little bit of matted fluff was brought home, washed and took up residence in the girls’ bathroom, behind the laundry basket, from whence it hissed at life in general and us in particular for a good few hours. The following day we took it for a visit to our local vet, who pronounced it to be a 6 week old female. He said the “nits” which I had decided it was suffering from and which had caused a bout of unprecedented hand and hair washing in our home, were in fact flea eggs (who knew that flea eggs look exactly like nits on the fur of a black kitten?!) He poured various lotions onto and into our newest resident, pronounced her relatively fit and well, considering her rather dodgy start in life, and sent her home to be pampered into a princess among felines.
She is now hale and hearty, goes by the name of Pepsi and is keeping us all entertained with her crazy antics. Zip has yet to embrace this intrusion into his territory, but is viewing it from a distance, disdainfully....
So yes, you could say Grant and I are the Brangelina of the animal kingdom. We’re just vertically challenged, horizontally gifted versions of our more famous counterparts! (you'll notice that we have even gone so far as copying the "matching principle" that the real Brangelina believe in.... we are in our "black stage" at the moment - Lilo arrived, a black animal - so we went out and acquired another black animal, so that Lilo would feel a sense of belonging....snigger, snigger...)
Less than a week after the arrival of Pepsi we headed off to Sun City for 5 days (as celebrities are wont to do), with a short sojourn into the depths of the East Rand on the way, but that’s another story altogether... Fortunately I have a mother-in-law who is not fazed by much, even our Brangelina tendencies. So my in-laws moved in while we were away and spent the week valiantly trying to instil some kind of order into our bourgeoning menagerie. Dad’s first words on arrival? “Place’s becoming like a bluddy zoo!” Couldn’t have said it better meself!
Sun City was utterly divine! I do love it there. So relaxing and stress free, okaaay and just a little bit kitsch too, but it’s a nice kind of kitsch. My Dad came with us and we had some lovely family bonding time. And also some very lovely cocktails and a couple of awesome breakfasts. Nice!
I’ve always wanted to see a Lilac-breasted roller in the flesh (feather?) and at Sun City I got to do just that. Isn’t it beautiful? You'll be relieved to know that we didn't bring him home....and we didn't get pooped on either.
Paula’s asthma is 100% better. She coped very well at Sun City – she went on a couple of slides wearing a nose-clip, but soon realized that she was probably tempting fate and eventually gave up on the whole slide thang and was satisfied to float along the lazy river with her lazy mom instead.
Paula brought home a fantastic report. I love my little over-achiever! As you can see above, Rox doesn't always feel quite the same way!!
Grant and I have been doing a bit of walking. I have realized that I am not going to lose any weight by doing this – I am simply taking my fat along for an outing, instead of losing it along the way, but what the hell - I have begun to enjoy our little jaunts, so we’ll keep at it.
We went and applied for our UK visas last week. The filling in of the forms was quite an experience. In fact it took us a couple of days to get all the forms filled in and all the documents filed. Felt more like the submission of a dossier than the submission of application forms, but you gotta do what you gotta do..... That holiday is SO going to be worth it. 72 days and counting. Yes, I am actually sad enough to count down the days....
On Saturday we walked down to the Ski-boat base for a change of scenery and saw a fishing boat flip over as it was launching. It was all very dramatic and certainly livened up our daily constitutional. Fortunately no-one was injured in the laying on of this entertainment for me, but the boat was a bit of a wreck.
On Easter Sunday we went to a sunrise service. We arrived there in the dark. I don’t do early mornings as a rule, but I am rather glad I did this one. It was quite awesome to watch the sunrise to the sounds of the Hallelujah chorus.
Rox and her boyfriend broke up yesterday. The less said about that the better.
So life saunters along in our neck of the woods.... I'll be doing some blog hopping soon to find out what has been going on in yours!