My Favourite Cat

Look, I knowthere is a whole lot of youtube blogging (cheating?) going on here. Indeed you must all be sorely missing my severe written wit. I too suffer by keeping it all in my head. Indeed the frazzled-haired woman who greets Dave after a 12 hour day of wrangling 2 children under 3, is one who could have well benefitted from a bit of twitter-purging. But I like to think Dave enjoys the crazies that come out of my mouth as Fred, Rocco and I vie aggressively for his attention in those first 5 minutes.

Where was I?

Keyboard cat. The one with the dog below is probably my favourite. And I say this with authority as I suspect I have seen most of the keyboard cats out there now. The Miss America one is probably familiar to most, but it's her juxtaposition with Mr. K. Cat which takes this funny even further.








Otherwise all is well. The job remains repetitive and with vey long hours. However it is most fulfilling, except for those times when a small boy has gotten his scream on. Which is 95% of the time. I increasingly suspect that I have not the patience to do this job much longer. But unfortunately it's a pretty binding contract from which my employer is loathe to release me. Especially on Sunday afternoons when there is golf to be played.

What else. A big congrats to Eleanor and Sam on their engagement (in France no less!) and good luck for planning those nuptials.... apparently to take place at the beginning of March. Eeek! And below is a picture of Oliva getting nice and fat. (Enjoy it people as I susect it is hte only one you will be allowed to see, seeing as I doubt she expected me to show hte WORLD when she sent it to me). The two of these events have made it pretty clear that I best be getting my arse back to Adeliade early next year. Actually, I lie. It's the grey cloud and icy nights heralding the slow descent into London winter which has really made my mind up!