HulkEX Moment

SO anyway. Just suffered a major hulkex moment. This is a hybrid state between turning into my own version of the hulk and something from the Exorcist - where I feel like they could have used me for both main roles without needing to employ any special effects- I could do the whole thing- levitate, speak in a scary voice, turn big green and nasty and last but not least have my head rotate at speed in a rather freaky way.

I have even chosen this lovely green shade to write in in honour of my Hulkex moment. Brought on by a frustrating morning crowned literally with the piss de resistance- finally being ready to go out to do some much needed grocery shopping and finding that one of my cats had pissed all over Christopher's car seat. Byadaful.

SO- I am housebound while everything dries on the line. Happy days. And as you all know- the pungent aroma of cats' piss is just really the best smell in the world.

Ofcourse all suspects look like butter would not bloody melt in their mouths. I have three boys- Madiskins (ok ok- he actually has a really ninny name for a boy cat- Madison- but if you had to see him you would understand why I have given him this pretty girl name- he is a big fluffy Norwegian Forest cat), Barry (White- totally white- otherwise affectionately known as "Bum Boy"- don't ask...) and last but not least- my main suspect- Syd Vicious. A terrorist of a cat that was affectionately known in his kittenhood as Pisscat.

Anyway. Feel better. Cats FedEx'ed to Guantanamo.

This is what happens when other cats in the neighbourhood are allowed to hang onto their ballies. We are regularly raided by 2 bullies. I have named them Earl Grey and SS (Sleep Slayer). Anyway- I managed to catch the villainous Earl Grey the other morning (at like 3am and this is ongoing- so you can imagine how sweet of temper I feel these days) and gave him a chance to cool off by chucking him in a cold shower for a few minutes and closing the door. Have not seen his furry butt around for a while. Unfortunately SS- a big ginger bruiser is a little too quick for me. Tends to eyeball me out with attitude only a feline can pull off.

So anyway, talking about ballies- I have to show you something really cute. This is Popple's home! Nola- my cousin painted this for him. Is it not too preshus?!

Squirrels and ballies? Before I had Christopher (and got bitten by a bat- a cute bat- but nevertheless a bat with rather sharp teeth) I volunteered at a wildlife rehabilitation centre called FreeMe- check it out at www.freemewildlife.org.za . From time to time they had squirrels in there and I tell you- you cannot help but notice what humongous cahonnes these little okes have! That and that they really seem to like plain yoghurt. Probiotics are really big with squirrels. Unfortunately Popples is not obliging in this pic to help prove my point. Will have to ask my cuz to send me pics of Popple's balls for those disbelievers out there. And talking about my cuz, she asked me to guest author on her website!! I felt very special to have been asked. It was her 150th blog post so she asked a few people to guest author for that one. So go and check out her blog- which is gorgeous and uplifting- and my guest appearance- which tried to be- gorgeous and uplifting- under the title- Happy 150th. Her blog address is www.stoneburble.blogspot.com . David Jeffery- if you are reading this- you had a very brief moment of fame as I mentioned you- so go check it out. Anyway- i was thrilled to see an American visitor on my blog. Must go for now as Master is calling from his cot.