I’ve been meaning to alert the troops for ages that a great friend of this blog Red is in the running for fame and glory in SA this week.  She wrote a brilliant serial for Can you Twist? a ‘reality blogging’ event.

Her story is ace, check the site out, read the story and see the pictures of the twist come to life!  And then VOTE FOR HER.

Because if you don’t?  Well… let’s just say, I know where you live… I know people, who know people…

You have to register to vote, and when you do you’re voting for the name that looks like it should sound like bagel.  It doesn’t.  But there’s no way I could do justice to the Afrikaans pronunciation.. you’ll just have to read Red’s blog for that.

Anyway… VOTE ‘K?  Coz this would be really good for Red’s Soul.

I think my blog mojo might be on its way back… I think this largely because I find myself once again formulating blog posts in my head!  I have a couple on the boil… I’ll start with the one below because it takes less brain power to recount and doesn’t require much thinking… the next one needs some thinking…

Below is Lulu, you probably know that already, she’s been mentioned before.  What I have never related is the reason I fell in love with Burmese cats (which is, of course, her illustrious breed.)

Gizmo was the first Burmese I ever had a lot to do with, there were others but Giz was a friend rather than acquaintance.  He owned the family I worked for and was, as most Burmies are, all personality.

His dominant traits were that he LOVED to be around people and he LOVED to be up high, so the minute any of us walked in the door Giz would run up your front and sit on your shoulder for as long as you would let him.  Seriously, he wasn’t ever in any hurry to get down, he’d make himself comfortable and sit there!!  I loved this about him and tried valiantly to encourage Chino in the same direction. No Dice. He was not into it.

Lulubelle, however, is an up high freak, loves to be snuggled into your shoulder and even will sit across the back of your neck, along your shoulders a la fur collar.  Awww… adorable.

So yesterday, I spontaneously invited her to run up my front to my shoulders and lo and behold she did!  Now that she’s figured out she can do it she’s done it often enough for me to know she’s got the trick in her head and will make use of it…

*note to self, don’t encourage such behaviour when all one is wearing is one’s dressing gown…*

That may further cement your impression of me as a ‘crazy cat lady’ I’m ok with that.  I’ll be honest here, it took a little while for the ghost of Chino to leave me and Lulu to get acquainted.  Love him though I did, I can honestly say there are lots of things about Lulu that are way less high maintenance and way more lovable… not the least of which is the sleeping through the night… and, of course, the running up your front…*

*Ed, who writes this rubbish?  Please, get back to online dating so there’s something worth coming back here for… sheesh…

 

I’m still surprised it’s been 4 years since I started this thing… stumbling over a peculiar site called the wibsite where the first incarnation of Singular Scene lives (still) and then to here when my desire to fiddle and tweak got the better of me.

It’s still fun, and though of late posting has been sporadic, I’m sure it’s only a season and the time will come when I’ve got all sorts of [much more] interesting thoughts than I’ve been having lately…

Thanks for taking the journey with me this far!