Whatever you do, do not stop until you reach the end. You’re welcome. ๐
cheers,
Meeks
Whatever you do, do not stop until you reach the end. You’re welcome. ๐
cheers,
Meeks
Sunday morning, David Prosser’s blog and this:
The Aussies out there will remember Natalie Imbruglia, but I bet you’ve never seen her quite like this! As for David Armand …the man’s a genius. ๐
Enjoy the rest of your day, I know I will.
Meeks
I read this little book back in June, and liked it so much I left a glowing review on Amazon, but somehow I neglected to review it on the blog. I meant to, but time slipped away from me. Or perhaps I thought Cats in Clover would be so popular it wouldn’t need any additional help from me.
Sadly, when I stumbled on it again today, I discovered my review is still the one and only. What the hell? If reviews are a measure of the popularity of a book then something is very wrong here. This book deserves better. ๐ฆ
Why? Because it’s the funniest thing I’ve read since My Barsetshire Diary, that’s why. And oddly enough, My Barsetshire Diary starred a cat as well… Hmm…
Anyway, moving on. Whether you actually like cats or not, you are going to find this story about two middle-aged cat owners laugh out loud funny. Seriously. The cats are gorgeous but the people, the people are hilarious. ๐
Buy it! Read it! And if you agree that it’s a fantastic pick-me-up then please leave a review! [And no, I wouldn’t know this author from a bar of soap so no kick-backs are coming my way].
cheers
Meeks
This is going to be a grumpy post with a twist so be warned.
As some of you may know I have been rather sleep deprived lately because of the early morning visitations of a feral cat. This monster is either very smart or started out as a pampered pet somewhere because it knows how to use a pet door – my pet door. It comes in to eat the food I leave for my own pampered pets. If any of them get in the way they get beaten up and the resultant yowling wakes the dog and before you know it I’m leaping out of bed brandishing a slipper.
So… in the quest for a good night’s sleep I’ve put some strategies in place, one of which was to barricade the laundry door so my tiny, chihuahua cross dog, hereinafter called Mogi, could roam the house without being able to go outside. There is a reason for this. Mogi thinks she’s a real dog but she’s so short-sighted that at night she barks at empty flower pots. Neighbours do not generally like to be woken at 2 am by high pitched yapping so I have to lock Mogi in my office. This stops her from waking the neighbours but the downside is that she can’t get out to protect my cats from The Feral. Barricading her access to the laundry means she can give The Feral a fright without getting me sued for noise pollution.
The Feral didn’t visit last night. My cats did not yowl and their food remained untouched. I, however was still woken just before 6 am by Mogi barking at the Robomop I’d left in the middle of the lounge room floor.
This is Mogi.
Meeks is not happy with Mogi.
This is robomop. Small, black, made of plastic, of course robomop must be a Feral Flowerpot!
Meeks loves her new feral flowerpot but Meeks does not love her Mogi just at the moment. In fact Meeks would like to strangle her Mogi but, being a mature adult, ย Meeks does the next best thing – she goes looking for a pick-me-up on the net.
Meeks findsย Nyparrot and Nyparrot’s blog introduces her to the amazing, comedy duo in the video clip below! Meeks is happy once more. Thanks Nyparrot, I owe you one!