Call me sad, call me a spinster, say I don't have a life - but I wanted to blog a farewell to my good natured furry buddy Tigger, who unfortunately passed away on Sunday 12th December 2010.
He had a very short life being only 3 years old, but he had a very big personality and kept me highly entertained with his funny ways and peculiar antics.
I have never met such a kooky cat in all my life and my house definitely feels alot quieter with something missing now he has gone. He had his moments when I could brain him - like when he would use my bedroom window as a cat flap banging and crashing the blinds on the wall at 3am, or headbutting me awake when he decided he needed a cuddle and not to mention having a profound hate for my laptop, proceeding to try and walk on every key and crash it whenever the opportunity arouse.
But he was also the sweetest, cuddliest cat as well. If I was ever ill he would keep a vigil by my side til I got better, he would come running to the door to greet me no matter what time of night I got in, he would lay on the sofa watching mindless TV (whilst giving me cramp at the same time as never budged an inch) but best of all, I loved the morning cuddles. I got into the habit of setting my alarm 30 minutes earlier, because as soon as heard it he would come running up to my pillow and lay down with his paw on my cheek winking at me with a cat-smile on his face. Bless!
But it's his peculiar antics that I remember the most - he loved chasing flies. If there was one on the wall he couldn't reach he would meow at me to pick him up, then would go frantic trying to catch the fly with his front paws whilst I held his belly. He was also a spider stalker, following it around the floor until it started to crawl up the wall, then he would take great joy it squashing it with his paw and smearing it down my paint work. There were also the summer days of chasing the grass hoppers around the garden, mimicking them with his own jumps whenever they sprung out of the grass, not to mention the countless birds and mice he brought home for me. Not that he ever killed them, he always made sure they was still alive much to my amusement. It's very hard to capture a frantic bird flapping around your bedroom at 6am........
So, even though his spirit may not be here any more and he has been given a proper burial to lay his body to rest, his memory will live on in my household for the cool furry buddy that he truly was.
Wednesday 15 December 2010
Thursday 2 December 2010
Britain Grinds To A Halt
What is it with the UK, no matter what the weather condition the country (in particular train services) always seems to grind to a halt whenever it is slightly out of the norm. It's too sunny, it's too hot, it's too windy, there's leaves on the line, it's the wrong kind of snow - or my favourite - it's too wet! Hello?! You do realise this is the UK where it rains like 350 days a year!
It's not like this latest flurry of snow has come as a surprise, we've had weather warnings in place for nigh on a month now, but did the government or local councils take note? Apparently not! No where has been gritted, there's no budget for it (or rather they are just too damned lazy tucked up in their beds drinking port) and there has been no preparation to keep the country moving what-so-ever!
How can a bit of wet, white fluff bring the Country to it's knees? This is like the third year in a row now where we have had heavy snow affecting the whole of Britain - yet the councils are still claiming it's unnatural and couldn't have been predicted! Yeah right! Unless you really are claiming that the whole of the UK's council system doesn't have five brain cells to rub together.....
I have had the journey from hell this morning - I saw a DHL van crash into two cars on the main road through my home town because no gritting has been done, even though there is about 6 inches of snow, I had to wait over 30 minutes for a train due to numerous cancellations and when I did get on one it took me an hour to do a 25 minute journey into London.
How is it you have places like Moscow where temperatures reach -60C and the country still rallies round and carries on like it's no big deal, yet we struggle to cope with -5c temperatures!
I think that is enough ranting for one day - me thinks it is time for a cuppa to warm me cockles up and defrost a bit. Now, I just need to find somewhere to hang my boots to dry for the journey home later....
It's not like this latest flurry of snow has come as a surprise, we've had weather warnings in place for nigh on a month now, but did the government or local councils take note? Apparently not! No where has been gritted, there's no budget for it (or rather they are just too damned lazy tucked up in their beds drinking port) and there has been no preparation to keep the country moving what-so-ever!
How can a bit of wet, white fluff bring the Country to it's knees? This is like the third year in a row now where we have had heavy snow affecting the whole of Britain - yet the councils are still claiming it's unnatural and couldn't have been predicted! Yeah right! Unless you really are claiming that the whole of the UK's council system doesn't have five brain cells to rub together.....
I have had the journey from hell this morning - I saw a DHL van crash into two cars on the main road through my home town because no gritting has been done, even though there is about 6 inches of snow, I had to wait over 30 minutes for a train due to numerous cancellations and when I did get on one it took me an hour to do a 25 minute journey into London.
How is it you have places like Moscow where temperatures reach -60C and the country still rallies round and carries on like it's no big deal, yet we struggle to cope with -5c temperatures!
I think that is enough ranting for one day - me thinks it is time for a cuppa to warm me cockles up and defrost a bit. Now, I just need to find somewhere to hang my boots to dry for the journey home later....
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