The GIN CLUB!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Party on
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Happy birthday me
Today I shall be sensible. Today I shall wash up the dishes in the sink, clean the house, do some shopping, organise the Feckers and be the epitome of a sensible, newly 46, mature lady but tonight, oh yes, tonight....
...tonight I am going to put on my highest heels, my sauciest dress and throw the wickedest party in the universe!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Son of Bast
He has many names, some are too rude to mention and some are just plain silly. He was named 'Owen' after my dad but after that there is no real resemblance.
His demanding ways drive us all mad and his desperate cries can be heard from one end of the house to the other. He is a cat that thinks he is human (or is it the other way around?).
Over the last five years he has acquired his own furniture, soft furnishings, beds and bowls. If we ever got divorced I have no doubt he would sue me for catimony.
Should a pet be a pet, should he know his place and live around us? He cries and we answer with tasty dishes and a ready warmed lap. He is arrogant, lazy and keeps his nails manicured on the best chairs. He sits on people who don't like cats, turns his nose up at fresh chicken and would not be seen dead without the latest designer collar. When he's in he wants to be out and when he's out he will cry at every window until someone lets him in and he can spoil a dinner party with one lick of his balls.
Has this creature any redeeming features? Are we giving house room to Beelzebub's son, a feline usurper, a cat burglar?
No. This son of Bast has chosen us to be his family and he loves us. I could not imagine a cold night without him warming my toes, a sunny day when he stretches perfectly in the sun or a time when he has not known when I am upset and need some fur to cry into.
Strangely we belong together.
And yes, of course he is black - did you expect any other?
His demanding ways drive us all mad and his desperate cries can be heard from one end of the house to the other. He is a cat that thinks he is human (or is it the other way around?).
Over the last five years he has acquired his own furniture, soft furnishings, beds and bowls. If we ever got divorced I have no doubt he would sue me for catimony.
Should a pet be a pet, should he know his place and live around us? He cries and we answer with tasty dishes and a ready warmed lap. He is arrogant, lazy and keeps his nails manicured on the best chairs. He sits on people who don't like cats, turns his nose up at fresh chicken and would not be seen dead without the latest designer collar. When he's in he wants to be out and when he's out he will cry at every window until someone lets him in and he can spoil a dinner party with one lick of his balls.
Has this creature any redeeming features? Are we giving house room to Beelzebub's son, a feline usurper, a cat burglar?
No. This son of Bast has chosen us to be his family and he loves us. I could not imagine a cold night without him warming my toes, a sunny day when he stretches perfectly in the sun or a time when he has not known when I am upset and need some fur to cry into.
Strangely we belong together.
And yes, of course he is black - did you expect any other?
Monday, January 05, 2009
Year of the Minx!
I would like to tell you that I have been skiing in Austria, cruising around the Med or sipping champagne in the south of France - but I haven't. It would also be exciting to say that I have been cold turkey-ing, trying to rid myself of one of my more revolting habits - but I haven't (I like my horrible habits anyway). I took a break from everything over the holiday and now I am a bit late in wishing you a happy new year.
My crystal balls are a little cloudy about the coming year - how exciting! I have no wish to make predictions and can only predict that this year is going to be a hell of a lot better than the last one.
My one and only resolution is going to be to seize the moment and have fun. I am too old to stop and think and certainly too old to make resolutions that I can only keep for twenty-four hours.
The Minx almanac for 2009 says that the future is going to be unpredictably and resolutely exciting. Gin anyone?
My crystal balls are a little cloudy about the coming year - how exciting! I have no wish to make predictions and can only predict that this year is going to be a hell of a lot better than the last one.My one and only resolution is going to be to seize the moment and have fun. I am too old to stop and think and certainly too old to make resolutions that I can only keep for twenty-four hours.
The Minx almanac for 2009 says that the future is going to be unpredictably and resolutely exciting. Gin anyone?
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