On Sunday as I sat on my couch and reflect on the week past and the pressure I felt and the near madness I experienced. The physical bruises are evident of just how difficult it was, I tried to type my blog and I wondered how I ever managed to survive the onslaught of freight; mad land lords, unreasonable clients and the rain. It has rained for 4 weeks solid and this most certainly has not lifted the spirits.
I had no time for my girls and friends which really devastated me and instead of enjoying the challenge - I was picking fights with all the people I love and adore. I even reached the pint of distancing myself from everyone as I just could not cope anymore.
Sunday was a very hot day here in Durban and no matter where I sat or what I did to relieve the heat I was melting and Bern was working once again, however I was determined to relax and enjoy the day. We managed to catch up on the washing which was a task all by itself as the puppies now have the run of the court yard.
They nip quite hard and pull on your track pants with the ferocity of a pit bull, but a pit bull without power. Before you know it they are flying across the court yard as you take a step and they believe this is part of the game. They are very cute and cuddly and I will miss them when they finally find new homes. There is one thing I have failed to mention that we have new additions to our crazy family.
Kittens! Not just any kittens, wild kittens. We started with three but unfortunately one was somehow hurt and had to be taken to the vet to be put out of his misery. I say he, but we are really not sure of the sex as we cannot get close to the kittens. Now you are asking yourself, (of this I am absolutely sure), what were we thinking. Well in truth we weren’t thinking. These babies were born
into the freight world at the other depot.
Their introduction to life was being born among pallets, and boxes, and terrible diesel fumes and chaotic noise and very dangerous play environment. I had mentioned earlier to our friend Val that I would like a play mate for Monster Kitty but had not got around to finding one yet.
Well the words were hardly out my mouth when we received a sms advising us that the people at the other depot had managed to catch the three kittens and we needed to come and fetch them. What could I say, well many things spring to my mind actually like?
“Are you totally insane, three kittens – um no thanks”
“Are you sure you have the right number?”
“Can you count; I said I want one kitten?”
“No thanks – I am happy with what we have!”
Well none of these answers came out of my mouth when I telephoned the depot. I said, "We will be there after work on Saturday." I agreed because I am a sucker for animals, and a sucker for punishment. These are kittens were born wild and we all know that wild kitten become wild cats, but as I saw it, at least they would be out of danger. Or so I thought, the Tabby managed to get out the house and we cannot explain how the baby got hurt – I think possibly a car hit it because if a dog had got hold of it the evidence would have been apparent.
Well we have had them for almost as long as we have had the puppies. They arrived the weekend after they were born. I have not mentioned them before now as I have been too busy trying to survive the other challenges in my very busy life.
We have not really named them; Calico seems to have stuck for the Calico cat and Ginger for the Ginger cat. I am assuming that the Calico is a girl and the Ginger and white calico is also a girl, but who knows. After spending weeks in one bedroom, they ventured out into the passages and the second bedroom until they decided that in the spirit of Christmas they wanted to be Santa’s little helpers.
After Tabby was injured, they were very nervous and climbed into the chimney by the fire place. Well it had taken at least two weeks for them to clean up after the warehouse environment ; they were actually looking like kittens all clean and beautiful. In the space of three seconds they were sooty and we could not tell one apart from the other. It took a whole day and night to entice them out the chimney and they decided to move rooms to what we call Caity’s room- even though Cait moved to Johannesburg at the end of July. Their other apartment (LOL ) is Sarah’s room for when she stays.
Well it has not taken them long to establish that the place to be - the room everyone wants to be in and seems to delight in – is actually our room. Monster is not impressed at this invasion and even though we are no closer to touching them, they no longer hiss at us and they have pretty much taken over Monster’s twine chest of drawers. I have placed a cushion in one of the drawers and this is now their boudoir and they love it.
The other night, I felt this little bit of extra weight on my feet. Calico had decided she also wanted to sleep on the bed. I opened my eyes, peeped at her and froze. I was not going to scare her as I have become quite attached to my toes and having no medical aid deiced that it was safer just to wait until the little girl either fell asleep or found another victim to terrorize. Monster was absolutely disgusted. She snuggled up in my arms and hissed and meowed in disgust, hoping that I would chase the intruder away. No chance of that, this kitten may be no bigger than a 500gram sugar but, I was not going to tempt fate and become a shredded version of my former self.
Two days later, Ginger decided that she needed to share my pillow. Now this time I really got a fright. One minute I was asleep the next I was staring into the eyes of death. They eyes of death with the face of an angel and Bat ears. This is one staring match I did not mind losing as I closed my eyes and went into deep prayer. I have been called stupid and an idiot in this last week, but believe me when I tell you…. “I am not a total blithering idiot” I know when to keep still and wait until death passes over.
These two babies are warming up to us and now follow us around the house to see what we are up to even tough we are always surrounded by the dogs and Monster has become my shadow. They know no fear and are the tenders of the house now. Hopefully it won’t be long before we can touch them and make friends. However this has not stopped them touching us. The other night Bern was reading her book when a shriek left her mouth as Ginger was dangling off her hand. This was quite a precarious situation as we try not to scare them, but how do you extract your hand from the claws of death without giving them even more reason to cling on for dear life.
The expression of agony on her face can only be described as someone attempting to mime the look or constipation. No sounds came out of her mouth and I looked at her in confusion until she managed to whisper “ I have a kitten hanging off my hand and I am too terrified to move” Ginger just carried on attacking her had as if she was destroying her prey, oblivious to the paid she was inflicting on poor Bern’s hand. Thank goodness she was distracted by Monster and ran back to her new bed in the twine chest.
Jinx seems to be their special target as she is quite curious and they dive bomb her and run away. Like terrible twins they work in sync and you can almost see the glee in their faces as they plot their revenge on their next victim. There favourite play thing is Bernadette’s shoes and her trousers which she leaves lying next to the bed. You know – gravity undresses her and this is now their “hide and seek” play camp.
Trying to catch them when we move is our next challenge and this one I will leave up to Mathew and Bern. That Brave I am not.
We now have three dogs 7 puppies and although I had agreed to give the kittens a home, I was not prepared for this.
But being the soft hearted animal lovers that Bern and I are we dutifully went along with Val’s plan and have forsaken any chance of ever being sane again. They are adorable long haired kittens and I long to be able to hold them and love them. But for now Bern and I will give them the time they need. I believe they will settle down and realize that they now belong to two very deranged animal lovers and hopefully they will give me more material for my blogs. However right now they are huddled up in our room and getting used to the silence and new home.
Life is a challenge and I believe these little furry creatures have been given to us to teach us patience, love and adoration. I know, you sitting there and wondering if I am in charge of my life or if in fact my animals are in charge of my life. Well it all depends on how much sleep I have had!!
I had no time for my girls and friends which really devastated me and instead of enjoying the challenge - I was picking fights with all the people I love and adore. I even reached the pint of distancing myself from everyone as I just could not cope anymore.
Sunday was a very hot day here in Durban and no matter where I sat or what I did to relieve the heat I was melting and Bern was working once again, however I was determined to relax and enjoy the day. We managed to catch up on the washing which was a task all by itself as the puppies now have the run of the court yard.
They nip quite hard and pull on your track pants with the ferocity of a pit bull, but a pit bull without power. Before you know it they are flying across the court yard as you take a step and they believe this is part of the game. They are very cute and cuddly and I will miss them when they finally find new homes. There is one thing I have failed to mention that we have new additions to our crazy family.
Kittens! Not just any kittens, wild kittens. We started with three but unfortunately one was somehow hurt and had to be taken to the vet to be put out of his misery. I say he, but we are really not sure of the sex as we cannot get close to the kittens. Now you are asking yourself, (of this I am absolutely sure), what were we thinking. Well in truth we weren’t thinking. These babies were born
into the freight world at the other depot.Their introduction to life was being born among pallets, and boxes, and terrible diesel fumes and chaotic noise and very dangerous play environment. I had mentioned earlier to our friend Val that I would like a play mate for Monster Kitty but had not got around to finding one yet.
Well the words were hardly out my mouth when we received a sms advising us that the people at the other depot had managed to catch the three kittens and we needed to come and fetch them. What could I say, well many things spring to my mind actually like?
“Are you totally insane, three kittens – um no thanks”
“Are you sure you have the right number?”
“Can you count; I said I want one kitten?”
“No thanks – I am happy with what we have!”
Well none of these answers came out of my mouth when I telephoned the depot. I said, "We will be there after work on Saturday." I agreed because I am a sucker for animals, and a sucker for punishment. These are kittens were born wild and we all know that wild kitten become wild cats, but as I saw it, at least they would be out of danger. Or so I thought, the Tabby managed to get out the house and we cannot explain how the baby got hurt – I think possibly a car hit it because if a dog had got hold of it the evidence would have been apparent.
Well we have had them for almost as long as we have had the puppies. They arrived the weekend after they were born. I have not mentioned them before now as I have been too busy trying to survive the other challenges in my very busy life.
We have not really named them; Calico seems to have stuck for the Calico cat and Ginger for the Ginger cat. I am assuming that the Calico is a girl and the Ginger and white calico is also a girl, but who knows. After spending weeks in one bedroom, they ventured out into the passages and the second bedroom until they decided that in the spirit of Christmas they wanted to be Santa’s little helpers.
After Tabby was injured, they were very nervous and climbed into the chimney by the fire place. Well it had taken at least two weeks for them to clean up after the warehouse environment ; they were actually looking like kittens all clean and beautiful. In the space of three seconds they were sooty and we could not tell one apart from the other. It took a whole day and night to entice them out the chimney and they decided to move rooms to what we call Caity’s room- even though Cait moved to Johannesburg at the end of July. Their other apartment (LOL ) is Sarah’s room for when she stays.
Well it has not taken them long to establish that the place to be - the room everyone wants to be in and seems to delight in – is actually our room. Monster is not impressed at this invasion and even though we are no closer to touching them, they no longer hiss at us and they have pretty much taken over Monster’s twine chest of drawers. I have placed a cushion in one of the drawers and this is now their boudoir and they love it.
The other night, I felt this little bit of extra weight on my feet. Calico had decided she also wanted to sleep on the bed. I opened my eyes, peeped at her and froze. I was not going to scare her as I have become quite attached to my toes and having no medical aid deiced that it was safer just to wait until the little girl either fell asleep or found another victim to terrorize. Monster was absolutely disgusted. She snuggled up in my arms and hissed and meowed in disgust, hoping that I would chase the intruder away. No chance of that, this kitten may be no bigger than a 500gram sugar but, I was not going to tempt fate and become a shredded version of my former self.
Two days later, Ginger decided that she needed to share my pillow. Now this time I really got a fright. One minute I was asleep the next I was staring into the eyes of death. They eyes of death with the face of an angel and Bat ears. This is one staring match I did not mind losing as I closed my eyes and went into deep prayer. I have been called stupid and an idiot in this last week, but believe me when I tell you…. “I am not a total blithering idiot” I know when to keep still and wait until death passes over.
These two babies are warming up to us and now follow us around the house to see what we are up to even tough we are always surrounded by the dogs and Monster has become my shadow. They know no fear and are the tenders of the house now. Hopefully it won’t be long before we can touch them and make friends. However this has not stopped them touching us. The other night Bern was reading her book when a shriek left her mouth as Ginger was dangling off her hand. This was quite a precarious situation as we try not to scare them, but how do you extract your hand from the claws of death without giving them even more reason to cling on for dear life.
The expression of agony on her face can only be described as someone attempting to mime the look or constipation. No sounds came out of her mouth and I looked at her in confusion until she managed to whisper “ I have a kitten hanging off my hand and I am too terrified to move” Ginger just carried on attacking her had as if she was destroying her prey, oblivious to the paid she was inflicting on poor Bern’s hand. Thank goodness she was distracted by Monster and ran back to her new bed in the twine chest.
Jinx seems to be their special target as she is quite curious and they dive bomb her and run away. Like terrible twins they work in sync and you can almost see the glee in their faces as they plot their revenge on their next victim. There favourite play thing is Bernadette’s shoes and her trousers which she leaves lying next to the bed. You know – gravity undresses her and this is now their “hide and seek” play camp.
Trying to catch them when we move is our next challenge and this one I will leave up to Mathew and Bern. That Brave I am not.
We now have three dogs 7 puppies and although I had agreed to give the kittens a home, I was not prepared for this.
But being the soft hearted animal lovers that Bern and I are we dutifully went along with Val’s plan and have forsaken any chance of ever being sane again. They are adorable long haired kittens and I long to be able to hold them and love them. But for now Bern and I will give them the time they need. I believe they will settle down and realize that they now belong to two very deranged animal lovers and hopefully they will give me more material for my blogs. However right now they are huddled up in our room and getting used to the silence and new home.
Life is a challenge and I believe these little furry creatures have been given to us to teach us patience, love and adoration. I know, you sitting there and wondering if I am in charge of my life or if in fact my animals are in charge of my life. Well it all depends on how much sleep I have had!!
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