The kittens are coming!

Anytime! We can always use more dog food over here. (Did I mention I'm a dog person?)

Keep that sort of talk up and you sleep with the fishes.

Kittens did NOT choose a good day to upset mummy.

Mummy already upset.

I seem to have been driving an unregistered car around. I didn't get my reminder, and I was thinking it must be time, so I checked my car sticker. Yikes! It's well OVER time.

And I am unsure if they will allow me to just reregister at this stage.

Also, I am unsure if I have enough money available to do so! I am really stuffed financially at present and, to add insult, I have transferred money to an account I can use to pay such bills, but it just won't seem to turn up!!!!!

Ding, a winner..

Phew. Managed to register car, no questions asked.

I think it expired on the 10th May.



In 34 years of driving I have NEVER done such a thing.

Tangent -

I always wondered what happened to the dog my first gallery partner arranged after Sandpaw ran away the first time, triggered by my sobbing almost continually for at least five days, probably off and on for more. Well, I curbed it at my paid lab work, I think.

I wasn't interested in a new dog, but liked him well enough and knew she meant well. Not long after Rojo arrived in our studio, Sandpaw barked at the front door, something like ten days after he left. Railroad track dogs, they have their ways. Where's dinner?

On other news, Sandpaw is the one who ate nearly an entire lid of her boyfriend's stash. Boy, was he agitated. The boyfriend, I mean.
I didn't know about all this in a timely fashion, but Sandpaw did perk up.

The new dog had massive skin problems, which neither of us could afford the respite for. I sixty/forty believe her now and believed her more then - she had well placed friends so he may very well gone to people in Malibu; she was also manipulative, so may very well have been working me. (I liked her, in part, for her complete difference from me - she was like a new creature, always Casteneda and Jung talking, educated in art, what was she going on about?); she also tended percentage wise to honesty.. but knowing her was the first time I cottoned on to manipulative in real life, not so much with me, though also with me, but in general behavior.

But I also heard reports about the dog's treatment for flea allergy, so maybe I'll push that 60 up to 80.

(Rest in peace, Ann. We are complicated, and wish we could talk)

Urgh, back to kittens romping in the country sunlight.

What happens when you head bush again!?

No immediate plans to do so. But I guess the woollies go into care. They aren't on medication so can go to an ordinary cattery. I'd hope to find somewhere they had more room to move than the vet's.

I think Sebastian would go insane unless let out a lot!

Viola becoming more and more of a wild smoocher!

She purrs so enthusiastically you expect her to take off like a feline bumblebee! She hurls herself at my face to smooch.....crying out in happiness.



Sebastian just knocked my little bottle of chocolate oil off the table and is chasing it wildly around the room. He likes vegetable soup and Chardonnay. Scary!

Intensive bout of discipline for Sebastian last night. A lot of work on not biting, which seems to be Sebastian default position for showing affection and not jumping up on my dressing table

The entire concept of boundaries seems to be foreign to Sebastian. I blame his mother, since viola is different

Stopping Sebastian from doing something is tantamount to playing pingpong with an opponent who is unerring and indefatigable.

I persisted last night.....however he said good morning by biting my nose.

He's as goofy as a puppy.

Wonderful post, just picturing all this..

These babies are a full-time job!

Thank you both.

They do seem especially intense. I have never had a cat as oblivious to discipline as Sebastian. I had one previous cat, a female Siamese, who was as intense and determined as he is, but she was way more aware of boundaries I imposed. She might choose to flout them, but she wasn't OBLIVIOUS!

The other funny thing was how unaffected Viola was by Sebastian's and my tussle. It was pretty spectacular as I had to keep leaping out of bed to get him off my dressing table....(he enjoys the mirror)....but through it all she remained curled up and relaxed.

I do hope Sebastian calms down with age!

Poor mothers!
Why oh why do they always get the blame?

perhaps you could buy him his own mirror at a thrift shop - keep it in a Sebastian safe zone for him to hang out with

Good idea - just what we need - a metrosexual cat!

He's already got the name.

You think he was just born to be wild then?

He HAS a mirror in the study....full length....not that he NEEDS a full length one!

He's pretty much had hus sexual chopped off, poor little fella.

I don't care if he's a transvestite....he's got his own mirror.