Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

The Small Cat Diaries No. 7

Today's lyric:

"And he's a world-wide traveller - he's not like me or you
But he comes in mighty regular for one who's passing through?
That one came in his work clothes, he's missed his last bus home
He's missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam?"

The Beautiful South: "Liar's Bar"
From the album: "Blue is the colour"

The Ginger Whinger finally delivered four male Burmese kittens, albeit after a Guy Fawkes night caesarian (so that's what one of 'em'll be called - Mr Guy Fawkes) to get the final two out.

She and the two that were born naturally were dragged from a cold - well, freezing - house (the central heating boiler's bu99ered) into a cold Fireworks Night and brought back with the other two slackers to face their first night as a family.

Despite the traumas, anaesthetic and general dragging about, she's coping remarkably well. But we needed a duvet day - which ended up with us half-hanging in the kitten box for the best part of the day. And although it's early doors, they seem to be quite sturdy little fellers, so there's a good chance of survival?

Labels: kittens