Musical Monday – KMFDM’s Amnesia

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Note: In celebration of life semi returning to normal now that I’m semi up to date, time for a nice long run and then we take it from there. Have a great Monday! PS. The first Monday in ages I’ve been looking forward to – very wrong but anyway.


Friday afternoon song: Tanzwut

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Note: It’s Friday afternoon, yay! I’m nowhere near done with my work but that adds to the fun, right? Maybe after the weekend I’ll have more time to catch up. In the mean time, have a great weekend and enjoy the song! PS. a little bit of folk music makes the monotony go away 🙂 In the most delightful way? *shudder*

Spidey’s weekend theme: Those that survive

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My home cats are rescues. I got them in 2005 after being on an adoption list for a while. Some lady adopted them – for her very small child who manhandled the poor things – she was too small to appreciate the fact that kittens are not toys and they hurt quite easily. It turned out that the little girl was allergic to cats. The first thing the horrible mom did was to beat them and abandoned them in a shed at the bottom of the garden. When the animal people checked up on them after a few days they found 2 heaps of sad fur – half starved and neglected.

A very kind Norwegian lady looked after them for a bit and then they were sent to me. The adoption people didn’t think I would want abused kittens that were afraid of people. When they arrived and the carrier door opened, and these two tiny little critters slipped out – it was over! I was in love! I would have taken them in even if they were short of limbs or had bad tempers.

They were incredibly shy at first and it took many hours of hard work and patience to get them to be comfortable around us. These days they are much better and more sociable. They still steer away from most people and I prefer it like that.

As to that slapper mother who made their early life a living hell…I’d love to know who she is so that I can repay the favour in kind. Unfortunately for me the adoption people won’t tell me who she is – I guess they know what I’m capable of.




Cathy from catbirdinoman wanted to know who I am? There you go C, it’s ME!

The two gingers (okay 1 strawberry blonde and 1 ginger) fast asleep J dreaming of all the kitties we are going to pick up when we are out running again.

Have a good weekend, everyone!