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I don't usually do these things with such shocking regularity, but this one amused me.

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I don't usually do these things with such shocking regularity, but this one amused me.

My cat, Freja, really isn't a very good mother. She tends to sit on them, and is far more concerned with washing herself than letting the kittens eat their breakfast. She wanders off and leaves them for long periods, doesn't help them go to the loo and generally is far more concerned with herself than them.
Luckily, Hubby and I are around to help, prodding Freja to do what she is supposed to be doing. Poor little kitties.
One of them, the one we call Thor (which hopefully isn't a Thorina...) has opened his eyes now, and another one is on the way. They are too adorable for words, they squeak and wiggle and try to suck on your fingers when you hold your hand near.
Just... Aww.
I wrote this entry a week or two ago but I didn't publish it, as I didn't want to sound like all I do is moan.... but then I thought, 'Hey, screw it.... it's my blog, I'm gonna moan.' So here it is.
The past few weeks really haven't been that good. Our water at home was turned off for a couple of days, depriving me of tea and baths. Two things which I need to survive. They say that civilisation is three meals away from revolution; well in this house we are three teas away from revolution. Both my honey and I are tea addicts, we rarely drink anything else.
Also, my temping job finishes tomorrow, so we will both be unemployed and desperate. Once again, three teas away from revolution, for the simple fact that we are running out of tea bags. Blah.
All my fish died. I know they weren't real fish, just pixel fish in some silly FishTycoon game, but I still invested a lot of time in them. Then something went wrong and they died. Waaaaa.
My parents are going away on holiday for a month. I'm guessing I won't miss them horrendously but my Mother does often help out with groceries and bills, so without a job and without Mum means.......teafree revolution.
My hair really, really needs a good cutting but I can't afford to get it done, and it's annoying the hell out of me.
I haven't been Scuba Diving for over 6 months and that makes me grumpy too.
Hmpf.
There we go. Now I am off to wait for Hubby to come back from the grocery store with nuts (I could live on nuts.) so that I can suggest to him YummY!'s idea about moving the nesting box.
Freja the Cat and her Little Rats are getting on quite nicely. She wasn't very good at motherhood at first, being her first litter and all, kept sitting on them and such things. But now she seems to have got the hang of it - though she doesn't seem to want to keep the kittens in their nice, safe and warm nesting box, and keeps trying to 'great escape' them out of the room and into the bottom of my wardrobe, where there is a spare bed blanket folded. So far, she keeps being foiled mid attempt - the furthest she has got is dragging one poor squealing kitten towards the kitchen, next to the bedroom.
One kitten keeps trying to escape all by himself... somehow crawls out of the box, and ends up plopped in his mommy's food bowl. Awww.
One of the kittens has a name: Socks. (It's black with little white feet). Another has the name Thor, if it's male.... still so tiny its hard to tell! The other one, we are still musing.....
Hubby and I spent an hour or so sat together giggling our way through most of Blogthings.
I thought I'd share one of the results with you... just because I can.
| You Are 48% Abnormal |
![]() You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. |
It arrived. By it, I mean they. Them. No, not aliens. Though near enough. Yes - it's Freja's kittens. They wriggle and wiggle! They must have arrived some time friday night we guess. Under a chair in my bedroom, inside my PJ's. No, not in the carefully prepared nesting box. Ooooh no. That would be far too easy. Instead she ruined my favouriate night top. But, on the other hand, they are kinda cute. One has a white fluff formation on its back that looks like a large, double-headed battleaxe. How bizzare.
The mother is fine. Licky, clingy, noisy... but thats normal.
Signing off, back to the maternity ward.
I won't be blogging much, for a while. I will try to every few days or so, if I can, but I need to spend some time away from the computer to remember the things, and people, which are most important to me. Some things I had been thinking about myself have been proved to be true, and I don't like them. I need to push myself away for a while... my previous blog addiction post raised some worrying issues for me. See you soon, I'll miss ya ;)
It occured to me today that I am addicted to blogs. In the most terrible way. It's not blogging I'm addicted to, but the blogs themselves. I have too many! All of them works in progress. Too many! I must stop! With the addition of my girly-moment-ish blogger blog I completed today, I have 8 RL blogs. And 5 RP blogs. Oh Gods, Stop me!
I haven't done an entry for a while; I haven't written anything proper or interesting for a long time. I really haven't been feeling myself lately if I'm honest, so I took a short while off from blogging and templates and code of any kind. I still kept up with my blog reading as best I could in between the freelance work I am doing for a local firm, getting to mess around with their websites and databases etc, though I probably missed a few blogs. (Though I hope nothing important.) So cons to Utopia for being Queen of Fuck, Lady of Supreme Fuckage and all round Fucker. I am greatly eager to see WebKittyn's new template, too. If I missed anything that anyone did, I apologise.
I have been pondering a lot over what this blog is -for-, why I write entries in it and whether there is really a point to me doing so. Mostly, I enjoy making templates more than doing the actually blogging, (though that is just as much of an addiction), because I have difficulties sometimes expressing myself properly. I'm really very shy sometimes in RL, mainly due to a disorder which makes me sometimes feel that noone really understands me. The things I am interested in I tend to blabber about a lot, I can't always sense tone or hidden meaning to speech - I only understand the words which are spoken very literally and often my body language or expression can be very inappropriate. Although these things don't affect me in text, and I have always been a geek when it comes to language and literature, I think that I still fear being isolated from other people because of them. Perhaps that is why I don't always write much in my blog entries - I have a lot to say, but I learned through life it is best to keep it for myself. I can't quite get past the thought that noone will understand.
I suppose really all I wanted to say in this post past the explainations was that I plan to try harder to get past all this, to remember why I started blogging in the first place - For me, not for others.
So. I defer. Until next time.