Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Eulogy for my dearly departed.

Sad day for me today, I got up and took my cat of 8yrs to the vets to be put down.

I was with her when they did it and I held her in my arms as she went to sleep never to wake again.

Never to jump on my bed in the morning and wake me with her loud purring, never to curl round my head and tickle my face with her soft silky fur.

I feel honored that she choose me as hers, and loved me for the wonderful years I had her.

Some may scoff at me being so upset, and those who hold that view are welcome to have it, but for me...

This little bundle of fur, gave me something precious and I will honor that memory of her.

8 weeks old and her and brother came home to me, they were a right pair, no toes or fingers were safe, no laces un-chewed, no couches unscathed.

I named them both aptly Trouble and Mischief. Trouble was a bundle of joy and helped me see that life is not all dreary when your sad, and those antics would keep even the most miserable person entertained for hours.

A few daring rescues by myself ensued as with her namesake she got herself into trouble.

Curtains are a wonderful play toy to kittens, or at least they were to mine.
Getting her down without injury, mission impossible.

Daredevil cat and a supreme huntress, I enjoyed many gifts from my puss, though the clearing of them was something I would rather not have had to do at 3am.

But it is a gift, a cat will only bring prey home if it loves and trusts the person caring for it. (Did you know that?) So even though the stomach curling at 3am was less than desirable, the thought behind those little gifts was not un-noticed, or under appreciated by me.

People will always wax eloquently about how perfect their pet was and how it was the best...

Well mine was a moggie, nothing exceptional in breed, but never the less special.

She would walk to the shops with me, go for a walk with me when we took the dog out, and put the dog in her place, while still being a playmate.

Never once scratched little ones even though tails being pulled and fur being yanked could not have been nice for her, but she had the ability to distinguish between, little ones not knowing and older kids being cruel.

Even after the hardest day she would put a smile on my face and for that I will always honor her.

It is hard to put any pet to sleep, even when you know it's the right thing to do, but knowing you have to and doing it are so very different and so very difficult.

I held my puss in my arms as she went to sleep for the last time, I felt her heart cease to beat, and all that made her who she was vanish from the world.

Today my world got a little darker, and I hope that the light will return over time, but for now I am going to allow myself to grieve, for my beautiful brave pussy who gave so much to me, even while ill.

RIP in the arms of Lady Bast my sweet pussycat.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Spilling the beans.

Do I, don’t I?

Ok here is the thing I am not fond of having my dirty laundry aired for the masses, and I am so not into competing for the top spot, I am happy just being me.

But it would seem that this little snag needs to be addressed as y’all (yes my love for Americanisms is showing) won’t stop pestering me about it, so here is the inside scoop.

Yes the fantastical fantasy duo is disbanded.

What led to this is NOT up for discussion by me, you will not hear anything about the cause of this from me.

I don’t do gossiping, and I don’t really care for the top spot, as I just can’t be bothered, I would rather focus my energies into what I do best.

So for all those asking, please stop, as it can get tiresome telling people that it is nothing to do with them.

I am not in a playground, and I don’t need people to “be on my side’’ I just want people to understand that Yes Chloe and I worked together, Yes we had a good time doing it, and now we have gone our separate ways.

You will also not hear me badmouthing Chloe, in any manner shape or form, as it’s not my thing, So for those people ‘stirring’ the pot to try, and get something to happen, please get a life!

Chloe is a lovely person, and also very good at what she does, and I will never state anything to the contrary as that is what I honestly believe.

I have and will continue to recommend her to any who ask, as I did and still think she is good at what she does.

So can we please now stop playing in the playground and come back to the adult world, where people make choices and that is all there really is to it?

Subject closed.

Monday, 18 October 2010

The New PunterNet.

Well I can’t say I have played much on it, between, my personal life taking off in a whole new direction, and my working life being disrupted by my scary almost thinking I was dead moment *it happened honest*, I haven’t had the time to find to say hi, or get involved, or even just sit and contemplate the whole thing.
Before my scary moment and the lot’s of new stuff, I did manage to play on it for about 5 minutes…
The board… well I need to play longer as I haven’t got a clue, maybe I will take the enlightened path and read the techie stuff sub-forum before I try the new board, might help, instead of my usual flounder like a fish out of water route.
The Chatroom… Ok Upshot is it’s cool, bigger more new toys etc…
Bad stuff I don’t like…
I am now yellow/gold, cause I am a chat room mod, I’m a different colour, but I liked being red not gold.
Gold is not my thing *pout* well unless you count white gold, whole other subject there though.
Can I throw a wobbly and stomp my feet about not being red?
*In the ghostly voice of Sir Galahad* No woman you can’t, so stop grousing, it’s not yours!
Oh well I guess I will just have to like being a golden ?? *you decided what to insert here*

The Tickle my fancies page is on hold.

Due to my laptop crashing and the fact that I have been all held up with quite a few things, all my tickles are on hold as they are all on the poor dead laptop.

I will get them back, but until then, guess we have to wait and see...

Hospital trauma

Ah crap don’t you just hate hospitals?
I do, they strip you of everything including your dignity, and hospital gowns are revolting whoever designed them needs a serious wake up call.
Yes I was in hospital, woe me, (no not really woe me, these things happen!)
As some will know I had an issue with my stomach.
I also had days off work for this to have an endoscopy, a few weeks back.  (picture below)

Which I can tell you was rather nasty, I didn’t like it, and words fail me to describe what having it does to you, lets just say (never again please!!) and move on.
Well anyway, after feeling like crap for a week or so after it, and the stress of a few other things, that I won’t go into, I ended up in hospital for throwing up blood.
Long story short I am ok, I survived, a very scary bout of puking blood, and nasty hospital gowns with seriously bad food (belch) but, I’m alive, I’m fine, and I’m so intending to not go back there.
After 25million tests (slight exaggeration there), Serious amounts of blood (they stole my blood it’s true) and not a damn thing to find, they finally let me go with a whole lot less of my dignity and self in tact.
Now I need some serious TLC from my boys to remind me, what comfort is all about?
*Maybe some new shoes too??* I know I’m a sucker for shoes, but seriously female of the species here!!