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The latest in the Pandora is an Evil Genius series: I was giving my canary*, Ringo, clean water the other day. This necessitated me taking his cage down and putting it on a table. I went to the kitchen to fill up the container and I heard his "danger, danger Will Robinson" cheep**, so I rushed back into the room to discover that Pandora had opened the flap-down door and had got her finger stuck in the bars of the door!!! She was hanging by her hand, meowing pathetically. I freed her and said "bad girl! I hope your toe falls off!"*** It's the fairly standard bird-cage door that stays shut with a bent piece of the top bar. She obviously saw me open it and thought "ah-ha!". Luckily she got her hand stuck otherwise Ringo would be no more. He might have escaped (and been eaten) if she hadn't been by the door, though. I will have to be more careful in the future, she's pretty evil and cunning, that one. Recently all his tail feather disappeared (either fell out or were pulled out) and I wonder if Pandora didn't catch his tail through the bars as he was eating. She has long, thin legs. The tail feathers have grown back now, he seems no worse for wear. Good thing they're not prone to heart-attacks!

Phleep and I have been together 9 years now. It seems like a really long time but sometimes I still have to remind myself that I have a boyfriend. People have commented that we're still really lovey-dovey like a new couple, and that we hug and kiss alot. I dunno, it's hard to be objective, we still seem to be happy and love each other dearly. He loves the cats and puts up with my luxury yarn habits :).

Today is Friday, and I am very glad about that. Tonight I will bake green tea biscuits for the Japanese-themed SCA event tomorrow. I will also work on Baby Scroob's jersey (only the sleeves to go!) and watch terrible TV. I might practice recorder a little as I'm feeling somewhat insecure about my lack of practice. I mentioned to a friend's bf (who's in a band) that I play recorder and he said he might ask me to come play with them. Eeep!

Next week will be my first Pilates class. As a complete Pilates-noob I have to take 4 private classes before I can be allowed to mingle with those more experienced people in a group class. I hope it's fun, I don't mind things being difficult as long as they're fun. Once I've learned the moves, I'll join the class with Jesse and she's promised to peer-pressure me into actually going and not being a lazy-ass. It helps that it's a few blocks from our street :P.

Also, I want to learn to spin on the drop-spindle. This is a direct result of me falling in love with Posh Yarns but being unable to buy anything from the directly and having to resort to buying second hand from people on Ravelry. The site goes live every two weeks with what they've dyed that fortnight and it's usually a mad scrum to get anything. Things are sold out in like 5 minutes :(. So, I will be buying roving on Etsy and making my own, dammit. I've already ordered some camel and cashmere, and Zoe has a giant bag of alpaca that I'm going to mooch :). I will start spinning classes in March, as soon as my lovely Ashford drop spindle arrives from New Zealand. Severe yarn-geek. I also intend to comb Puff and spin Puff-yarn :P.

It's the Community Chest Carnival soon. Can anyone say "poffertjies"? Dutch stall, here I come! And saris, one can never have too many.

* he's a Gloster Fancy and has a really cute Beatles haircut. I need to find a new female for him as the old one died of a foot infection :(. You can only paid a Corona (one with the hairdo) with a Consort (plain head) otherwise the babies could come out bald!

** birds have a language, with different cheeps for different things. This one is quite distinctive and means "omg, I thought I saw a putty-tat and it's trying to eat me!!"

*** I didn't mean it, even if she is more evil than Puff (who is merely naughty and bitey, not calculatingly evil like Miss Pandora Moriarty)

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The day when my cats develop manual dexterity and take over the world. Sigh, it was fun while it lasted: the illusion of being in control, the love and cuddles, the adoring purring and rubbing against my feet*.

Peoples' exhibit A
Pandora likes biscuits. We have seen her steal a wholewheat digestive off the table by picking it up with her hands and putting it in her mouth. Crunching sounds then ensued from underneath the table. A few days ago she stole a Lemon Cream from next to the PC, opened it without breaking it and licked out all the creamy filling. Obviously she's learned how to use tools to open biscuits. She discarded the boring hard bit and went straight for the sweetness.

Peoples' exhibit B:
I found the bag where I keep the extra cat food unzipped and the cat food bag gnawed open. Now, I've seen Puff gnaw open a bag but only Pandora has demonstrated the manual dexterity needed to be able to unzip a zip.

Hear me, fellow humans! The Catpocalypse is coming! Bow down now to our furry overlords** and they may spare you the tortures of the Play Pen. Perhaps you can be a Favored Slave instead of having your toes gnawed off for eternity***.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

* Ok, this only really happens when they want food, but still.
** Even if they lick their bums and have arse-breath, and occasionally chase their tails. It's all to lull you into a false sense of security.
*** They grow back, you know.
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So, that was Xmas, was it? It certainly didn't feel like Xmas. I don't know if it was the fact that everyone's po' at the moment, or the fact that I'm not taking any holiday time over Xmas, but I just didn't have that same feeling this year that I usually have. Ah, well, we all grow up sometime I suppose.

Panda and I went for Xmas-eve sushi (our local was closed, so we went to Sake House* in Claremont), then came home and opened his gift to me (us): the collector's edition Star Trek: The Next Generation (all 7 seasons on 49 dvds with loads of extras). It is made of win. We've watched the first 3 dvds so far. I have reached the height of geekdom: admiring knitted sweaters in a cheesy sf show** :P. I do love the Trek, though. Mmm, Picard. And Data (he's fully functional, you know).

The day itself was ok, had a big lunch at my aunt's place with a total of 16 family members. There were no fights (for a change!), I didn't overeat too badly (although I did make too much trifle, which was a bit heavy on the sherry or so I'm told), and I got to see everyone. It was pleasant, except for pretty much every single person asking me when P and I are getting married and having kids. Argh. The Xmas is the coolest (weather-wise) that I can remember, it's raining at the moment. Damn climate change, interfering with my laundry schedule.

My yarn from everymoment arrived (via red-headed glamazonian courier in lime-green and turquoise sequinned high heels). It's so lovely, but I'm struggling to find a pattern that will suit it.

Here are some adorable pictures of Puff (warning: the high levels of cute may cause eyeballs to bleed).


Also, here is a recipe for rice salad. I am posting it here as I have received lots of compliments from people who might like to make it themselves. I haven't given quantities, use as much of each ingredient as you like. The end ratio of rice to veg should be 1:1.

Rice rice baby

- cooked brown rice
- mushrooms
- red peppers
- green peppers
- onion (red or brown)
- can of whole kernel corn
- garlic
- soya sauce

Chop your veges. Fry onion and garlic until tender, then add peppers and fry until tender. Add mushrooms and fry until tender. When all the veges are done to your liking, add the rice and fry it all together. Then add soya sauce and mix well. Ta da! You can also add cashews to this, or lentils to make it a complete meal.


* quite pricey compared to our local, not as tasty but a much greater variety. Almost too much variety. It was ok for a treat, but probably won't go there again unless for a special occasion.

** it's a good thing I'm not in Starfleet:

*alarms ringing, lights flashing*
Redshirt: Captain, the Borg are attacking, there's a Klingon Bird of Prey decloaking off the port bow and the holodeck has malfunctioned causing fictional characters to swarm the lower decks!
Me: Is that a C4F or a Cr4L I see on your sweater?
Enterprise: *asplode*


Edit: a good reason to get your pets microchipped.

New cat!

Dec. 16th, 2008 11:25 am
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We has a new cat! She is lovely and sweet, her name is Pandora and she's about 4 years old. She is the black one that I tried to home in late November, Phleep said we could take her if no-one else wanted her. She is fitting in really well, already taking up bed-space. She plays nicely with Puff, seems to ignore Nanuk but doesn't get on with Possum. I think they're too similar and fill a similar niche in our cat ecology. Possum is jealous of her and she is scared of Possum, which is really weird as Possum is the sweetest cat evar. I'm hoping it will get better, we've only had her for a couple of weeks. There's always Feliway (which I've been spraying around like air freshener, even though it really stinks and gets in my throat). It turns out she wasn't preggies, just fat. I brought her in to be spayed and after fighting with her to get the jelco in (it's the drip thing they put in the arm to inject into), and shaving her arms and her tummy, the vet saw her spay scar. Oh well, we didn't know. She was very very cross for about 2 days, not eating and hiding under the bed. I think the anaesthetic took long to wear off and she was feeling a bit ill. Her tummy is still all naked and chubby :P.

We have been watching True Blood recently, it is made of win. It's a vampire series set in a small town in Louisiana, where vampires come out of the coffin and try to "mainstream". It's based on novels, which are obviously a bit Mary Sue, but still has an interesting plot and believable characters and an awesome soundtrack. It's really recent (September 2008) so we'll have to wait a while for the second season to be made.

It really doesn't feel like Xmas yet, even though I have my tree up (despite Puff's best efforts at scaling the tree-trunk and trying to steal the ornaments). I think it's the lack of mass-shopping for presents and total consumerism, and the fact that I'm not that keen to spend the day with my extended family. We are all poor this Xmas, so I'm not buying presents for anyone except the children in my life. I'm going to take all the arb bath-stuff/biscuit/chocolate money and donate it to a good cause, then tell my family that on Xmas day. I plan to do the same for friends, btw. Maybe buy everyone a membership to the Animal Rescue Organisation or something. I remember a couple of years back wolverine_nun collected money at the annual Boxing Day Braai and donated it to various charities. Confluence and I have been discussing an idea like this and that's what will probably happen. For the price of a box of biscuits in a tin you can pay for a stray animal to be sterilised. Alternative gifts are the way of the future, no one needs more stuff.

It's a lovely day outside, even if I am at work. 

ps: This post courtesy of egadfly's meme, for which I did not have a sentence for December :P. But really, I have been wanting to post for a week or so, just haven't found the time.

ppss: go look at cute baby animals !

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Does anyone know of someone (moderately decent, non cat-eating) who is looking for a feline companion? We currently have the sweetest black female in the stray ward, so loving (just like my Possum). She's adult and not spayed, possibly preg but that can be fixed at spaying. I will throw in a spay for free. She's so sweet that I don't want to send her to the SPCA, she will get really depressed in those small cages. When I walk up to the cage she chirps and rolls over to show me how fluffy her tummy is. If I didn't have 3 already I'd take her.

Also, we have a range of tiny kittens who are being bottle-fed at the moment and will be ready for homes in about 5 weeks. Three stripey tabbies (gender unknown) and a tiny ginger (probably male).

I am going to start a cat-blog for adoption purposes, but the doctors will only keep them here for a week so it would need pretty immediate action. There are too many kittens, but the more I can save from euthanasia the better.

Email me at firstfallen at gmail dot com.
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Last night I watched "While you were sleeping" for maybe the third time. It's a lovely, sweet movie, a bit cheesy and twee (as Phleep put it) but still heartwarming. The basic premise is that this dude nearly gets hit by a train, goes into a coma and his fancier gets mistaken for his fiancee. At one point she goes to his apartment to feed his cat. Now, he's been in a coma for a few days already and it's a really fancy apartment*. Yes, the cat is starving, but what I want to know is: WHERE HAS IT BEEN POOPING?! I know my cats get angry if I don't clean the litter box for a day** yet this Persian kitty has been alone for 2 days at least, in a very fancy apartment ***. The not-fiancee feeds the cat but there's no changing (or mention) of litter and she rushes off again.

Now, a normal person would not have noticed this and gone on to enjoy the rest of the movie with its little love triangle and misunderstandings and eventual happy ending full of cheese. But all I could think about was the cat poop.

* with really fancy cream carpets. There's a bit where she knocks over a vase of blue stuff and then puts a couch over the stain.

** 2 days and I start finding "presents" on the bathroom mat

*** on like the 50th floor of this building with, I'm assuming, no jetpack to get out of the window


Jun. 3rd, 2008 04:19 pm
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Been musing on creativity lately. I went to this Craft meeting in CT (every month at the Book Lounge) organised via Ravelry. There were 10 ladies there and everyone but me had a creative job. Designers, graphics, hand-made bags, artists and fashion importers. I felt a bit out of it with my boring accounting job. I keep telling myself (and everyone else) that it's boring and not my passion but it pays the bills and gives me money to be creative in my spare time.

One of the ladies I met was Jesse (who, it turns out, live about 3 houses down from me!) and she came to my Sewing Circle last Sunday. I've checked out her blog and she's amazingly creative. An illustrator by trade, she does prints (on fabric and paper), makes bags, knitted toys, lampshades, anything it seems. No wonder my productivity has spiked in the new house, I'm obviously getting runoff from her :P. She even has a graphic novel published! Just wow.

I've spent a lot of time on Ravelry, organising my knitting queue for this year. I've finally finished the Aran of Doom*. Eish, epic. I'm going to knit a quick hat and some booties for a lady at work who's leaving end of June and then I'll do Phleep's dad's things and then maybe something for me. Although, [profile] wolverine_nun has recently given me some Sirdar Baby Bamboo (so lush and delicious, I want to purr when I stroke it against my cheek) so I need to knit a baby jersey now. I'd love to knit something for myself from this (although, these are lavender, so probably another colour) but I'm worried the 20% wool will make me itch.

The point of this post, really, was to show you all this wonderful Gorey-esque blog, A Column Inch (via Jesse's blog).

“Someone’s moved my sewing casket”, grumbled

Mother, descending into the parlour with a hisss.

“Mmmmph… mmmphmmm…mmmph” suggested Edgar

from behind the ornamental rhododendron.

Very cute.

Kitteh update: Puff is back to her old evil self**. I think I actually watched the transformation last night: one moment still kinda sleepy and depressed, the next moment leaping on Phleep's foot and chomping him. Obviously the anaesthetic took 72 hours to wear off. She pulled one stitch out on Monday morning but after liberal application of a bitter spray, she jumps back every time she puts her head near her tummy. It's funny to watch but that stuff is gross, it made me gag.

* but I made the button holes too far apart and only discovered this right at the end. I'm still contemplating undoing the whole band and redoing the buttonholes, but the band took me 4 nights to knit. I'll only see the cardigan once a year but when I do all the work I did the past 4 months will be ruined by the too-far-apart buttons. On the other hand (ha), the recipient has developed arthritis, so might never button it up, in which case it won't be obvious. I've got till the end of July to decide.

** I think I preferred the sedated self. She was loving and cuddling and sweet, I think she was feeling sore and insecure and wanting cuddles and reassurance that we weren't punishing her by letting someone cut out her bits. I feel bad that I locked her in the lounge on Friday night, she must've been so lonely and cold, but I didn't want the other kits playing with her or licking her stitches. Poor little baby :(.
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Yay, weekend! SCA cooking and event tomorrow. Sewing circle on Sunday. Hopefully some time to finish the damn jersey too.

For lots of very funny pics, check out Shipment of Fail and Failblog. My own personal Jesus favorite. Some of the pics NSFW, also snorting out aloud may make your overlords suspicious.

Also, baby Puff now looks like this. I can totally see the other cats laughing at her :P.


May. 29th, 2008 12:21 pm
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There's a little Phi-kitten* in ICU! Apparently a couch fell on his head, he was unconscious but is ok now. A slight concussion. He's so small!! Later I will steal him. There's also a ginger with chronic renal failure who doesn't look so good. Reminds me of Mischief (we put her down due to CRF) :(.

But srsly, who drops a couch on a kitten?! Obviously I need to take him home with me, for his own safety.

My baby Puff is coming in tomorrow to be neutered. Poor little girlie. The hardest bit will be nil per mouth tonight from 10. No food and no water. I'll have to lock her in the spare room with her litter box. Phleep is worried the procedure will affect her personality. I'm hoping it will calm her down a bit, she's a terror and the poster child for "5 of my 6 ends are pointy".

* for those who don't know Phi: he's a mackerel tabby with white bits, companion to [profile] wolverine_nun


May. 8th, 2008 03:16 pm
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So, it turns out the wedding in August is a morning affair. Thus, my evening outfits just won't work. It's a good thing I asked the groom directly, rather than relying on P's information. I need a dress, probably with flowers on. Likely candidate is this one from Simplicity. Now, I've been clothes shopping recently. I'm a size 20/22. According the the sizing chart of these patterns, though, I'm a 28/30! Wtf. When my clothes size is a higher number than my age, it's time for stomach stapling. Obviously these are just weeord Mirkin sizes. Damn Mirkins with their Size 0.

Also, have you checked out Icanhascheezburger lately? Some really good stuff, man. I'm not addicted to Lolcats, I can stop any time. Srsly.

This one looks like our new little Puffkitten*. She is full of naughty and evil. She's very sweet when she's asleep and for about 5 seconds after you get home and she purrs and loves you like she thought you were _never_ coming home to feed her.

*I still can't embed images. I cut&paste the html, like the site says, but it shows up as text on preview. Sigh. I'm obviously Doing It Wrong.
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Well, we had Goblin* put down on Saturday. She was a good cat for the 2 months she lived with us. I hope she had a better life than she otherwise would have,  had we not taken her in. In all likelihood, she would have stayed with the foster lady who would not have had her tested (we only had her tested because Nanuk had a lump which turned out to be FIV) and she just would've got sicker until she died, and probably spread the FeLV to the foster lady's other cats (8 of them, in a 2 bedroom flat).

I think we did the right thing, for her (she was so unhappy cooped up in the front room and cried when we weren't there with her) and us and our other 2 cats (Nanuk has FIV already, and they cried and scratched at the door when we were in with Goblin). I wasn't that sad about it over the weekend (I was too busy with my niece all weekend), although we did cry a lot at the vet's. Today I am all weepy. Sniffle. I can't help thinking we should never have got her. We spent over R1000 on vet bills in the 2 months we had her, our other cats were a bit traumatised when we brought her in. And she would still be alive if we hadn't taken her home. But, I'm trying not to dwell on it too much. It's done. Sniffle. I just hope the vet was gentle with her and she wasn't scared. I hope this will curb my cat greediness. I will keep repeating to myself "two's company, three's a crowd".

*I can't make the photo embedding work, so here's a link to my flickr page.
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My gorram cat, lovely as he is, woke me up at 4.30 this morning, screaming like he'd been caught in a bear trap. Fearing the worst, I sprang (sprung?) out of bed to find him on the windowsill in my sewing room, shouting at the laundry or invisible ninjas or something. I couldn't even shout at him*. He decided that since I was up anyway it was a good time for breakfast, so tried to herd me into the kitchen.

It too me an hour to get back to sleep again. When I left this morning, he was all streeeeeeetched out on the bed, sleeping the sleep of the righteous and fluffy. Hmmph. Tonight, I will bathe him in revenge**.

In other news, yesterday khoi-wife and I cooked 3 kilos of bacon and pork sausages. My house stinks of fried pork. Eww. The baby shower was good, I think. I hope w_n enjoyed it. There was the usual "omg, the pain of childbirth, the horrible things you can expect" talk, causing elder Jo to flee :P. Then we had a braai. It was a loooong weekend.

* he's deaf. All he would think was "I see your lips moving, but all I hear is the grumbling of my tummy".

** w_n made a startled comment about not having to bathe cats. But, he's (technically) white and has been rolling in the sand all weekend. He's filthy. Although he does clean himself, I don't want to kiss him and cuddle him when he's dirty. Also, he sleeps in my bed, I wouldn't let Phleep sleep in the bed if he were filthy. On the bed is ok, the dirt stays above the duvet. Would you just let your child go to bed dirty or climb in your bed all dirty? It doesn't harm them, they get severely cuddled afterwards, and get treats. I do feel a bit guilty when I bathe them, they look so betrayed***, like "how could you do this to me? what have I done to displease you, please tell me! don't you love me anymore?". But then they're so soft and smell nice after their bath and I think it's worth it.

*** Possum sometimes jumps into the bath after we've showered to see what the fuss is. Then she acts all surprised and horrified when her feet get wet. She's not too bright.


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