I cannot believe such a sweet, frisky creature as myself - known for my warmth and sunshine and innocent sparkle - could inhabit the same continent as the saturnine Mr S - but, apparently, we do.
Run rabbit run rabbit run run run - he's behind you !
Fear not, oh gallant Hiama - I have rear mounted cannon.
If you are talking about Frank Cannon those guys better watch out !
Er, who, pray tell, is Frank Cannon?
I believe mine are Howitzers - does that sound right? Specially built to fit into their cunning concealed pockets, as ever...
Hmm - I don't think I'd get him into one of the concealed pockets - he looks very effective, though.
I think hima was comparing the behinds equiped for howitzers Deb!
Power Hips - change out them howitzers for WoMD! Now your be the most dangerous breed in the world!
Callan, a mere hundred-weight - in Orstrayia we had our own quarter-tonner, Bluey Hills!!
All man, all cop,
no dress sense!!
Dear Auntie D
How are you surviving the cash crisis?
Is it all under control now? (Hope so!)
Any words of wisdom for us based on this experience?
Cheers,
Olga
Mr S - I cannot see your image!
Hmm - Msolga - the cash crisis. Not over, I fear. At present, there seems a small lull in hostilities, as I have just paid a raft of (overdue) bills, and appear, at present, actually to have an amount left over to live on! I also paid the first instalment of the $2, 400 I now owe friends - well, make that $2,360, now!
However - I know that this small pool of money may well disappear as the false oasis in the Sahara - I KNOW that, lurking somewhere, is the whopping bill that will put paid to this little respite - and send me scurrying for more outingless weekends and forays into the old foodstuffs at the back of the larder.
As yet, I can claim to have learned nothing from my months at the pointy end of the societal cash crisis!
And Oscar is ill! And I do mean SPECTACULARLY! Never have cloths and buckets and washing machines been so busy at our place.
So - 'twill be vets for us..... MONEY!!!!
And two birthday presents to buy...sigh...
D
Oh no! Not a sick cat!
Nothing worse. Poor little wretch.
All mine are OK for the minute. (Daren't say more or I'll hex myself)
Ah, here I was hoping that you were solvent again. Though congratulations on getting rid of such a hefty back-log! What an amazing effort! Such amazing restraint that must have taken. This calls for a Friday night treat!
What'll it be then? A nice bottle of white?
Commisserations on MORE belt tightening. I know, I know ... Not much fun!
How about a nice bottle of lemonade? The budget oughta stretch!
Thank you for your kind words - no upchucking, or t'other tonight so far - but he normally saves it for bedtime...or the bed - as occurred last night...
Oh not on the bed, pussy cat! Be good tonight!
Speaking of bed, I'm orf!
Good night, Auntie D!
Night night, ms Olga! Sleep good.