I’m a terrible blogger – I avidly follow several blogs and get all bent out of shape when they haven’t updated for awhile and then I realised, the last time I wrote anything on here was the 18th June (I had to look that up) – can’t imagine how my 1 follower must feel…..
Figure the least I can do it write on my birthday…. yup… I’m now 39 (not 40!! as my dear sweet kids keep telling me) – I’m sure somewhere someone has written that life begins at 39. If not consider it written now.. feel free to use it, spread it around – have it tattooed in interesting places.
For those of you who weren’t aware of the recent drama in my life (for some reason drama follows me where ever I go – just when I’ve been lulled into a false sense of harmony, out comes drama and knocks me off my feet) I managed to drive over Bagheera whilst backing out the driveway one morning on my way to work. In case you’re the type who will read the last page of a book first because you can’t stand the suspense of not knowing the ending… Bagheera is fine…. over R7k worth of fine, but we do still have our beautiful kitty.
The knock from the car caused a hernia which the vet had to then operate on, she then spent several days there and was just coming right when she pulled all her stitches out and ended up with a very unseemly hole in her tummy, so back she went for more stitches another night in the hospital and an additional penance…. yup, having to wear the cone of shame for ANOTHER ten days.
She’s clever though – she has this habit of sitting by the food bowl and then makes feeble attempts to eat knowing that I’ll feel sorry for her and remove the cone. We then play this game whereby she eats a bit and then proceeds to try and pull her stitches out… so back on the cone goes, pathetic look and feeble eating attempt, cone comes off….. you get the picture.