So it’s been awhile since my last post, but I mentioned a follow up to Jim’s Skills – so without further ado, here is Rosie’s section!
When we first got Rosie, she was a lot shier than Jim, and she spent the first hours inside her carrier – where she had been kept all her life before the RSPCA found her. When she finally came out though, she got a bit braver everyday. Rosie was only 2 then, so she still had a lot of kittenish traits (she still does at five and a half!) and it wasn’t long before she wanted to explore.
I will first make a disclaimer apologising for my abysmal lack of geographical skills and mistake of drawing maps in permanent pen.
I have a book where I try to teach myself about world history and geography. Today’s challenge was looking at the formation and breakup of Yugoslavia – something I have been curious about for a while. However, it turns out I am very bad at drawing maps…
So far I have: literally boosted turkey (or at least the blob representing it) up in the world so that it sits next to Romania; completely removed about 4 countries, swapped over Slovenia and Slovakia (they had the same first 3 letters on my abbreviated map); turned Austria into what looks like a slipper (paired with a high-heeled Italy and you have an argument for renaming Europe “the international shoe shop”) and finally, and perhaps worst of all, completely forgotten about Moldova.
I think I may have just offended half of Europe.
My project is nearly done now but from this point onwards, you can be sure that my printer will be working a lot harder…
Rosie has a little habit. Just before I need to do something important, she will start crying. How can a cat cry, you ask? With heart wrenching skill. Meeew! Meew meew! Next, she struts over to my bed and waits for me to sit down and welcome her up.
Of course, I oblige and pat the duvet. Up she pops and now it’s a little “brrr” as she spins round and pushes her tail into my face. Now I have to lie down so that she can ram her bottom onto my tummy before a collapse and slide. Now she is sat with her tail and bottom perched on my waist and my body curled around her .
This is how we stay for quite a while with a lot of cheek rubbing and head stroking, along with some nose nuzzling. Oh and also some face dusting. Tails are tickly (hehehehehe). Oh Rosie!
My two brothers have been home for a week now, and I find myself rapidly adapting to this sudden change. I am now in the habit of checking the toilet before I sit to avoid falling through a seat-less portal (despite the argument that both genders have a use for seat down while only one has a user for seat up, so by the rules of statistics it’s default position should be down) and rejoicing when I don’t have to use a toilet roll laden hand to correct it. Continue reading “Sibling Attack”→
I had a very dramatic start to the week; Monday was the final of a bake off I entered. The try outs had been very busy, with many people bringing cakes, cookies and even pie in to be judged, and on first appearances, my cake was rather boring. I made a black forest gateau, deceptively simple until I made it completely vegan!