Yep, they left me alone for, like, FOUR DAYS while they went and had a little jaunt in Sydney (to be fair, it was a work-related jaunt to launch the
book they'd been working on. And I wasn't really on my own, awesome Uncle Simon came to feed me and hang out with me). But Kate did a little PR for me, as well. She actually met up with
Momo's SS in purrson for a coffee! They had a great time getting to know each other (no doubt all they talked about was us cats...). SS is the second cat blogger that Kate's met this year: she met
Gypsy and Tasha's mum when she visited Melbourne at Easter). One day, she'd like to to a world tour and meet all the cat blogger's mums and dads. She's just looking for a wealthy benefactor to fund such a junket...
As well as meeting SS, Kate also met a cat called Cinder. Cinder is the feline in charge of the house where Nick and Kate stayed during their Sydney trip. Cinder is a four-year-old former feral who landed on his feet and now lives it up in Sydney's inner-western suburbs with his mum, Tally, and their housemate Fiona, who is Nick and Kate's friend. Cinder is a giant of a cat. His main interests are eating kangaroo meat and chasing vicious shadows. According to Kate, he is 'quite smoochy'; he even slept on their bed during their stay! (I don't really know how I feel about that.) She took some glamour shots of him while he was lounging on Fiona's bed:
I guess it's good that Kate didn't have to be without feline company while she was away, but it's also good that she came home for some Pablo smooches in the end. I'm where it's at, after all.
Cheers,
--Pabs
Check it out! I was actually invited to go (my first invitation to a human wedding):
Thanks heaps for inviting me, Benny and Rachel, I'm flattered...
... but I just found this awesome patch of winter sun in the living room, and I can't let it go to waste. Besides, I'm not so good in strange places with strange people. You can come have the wedding in my patch of sun, if you want.
Well just one, actually. But it was totally addressed to me. Just me. It's from my friend Goan Kitten, a (very) sometimes blogger from Goa, India. I think he's in a bit of trouble...
I don't mind if he emigrates to Australia, as long as it's not to my place. I'm strictly a one-cat household kinda guy, and I'm too old to change. He seems like a nice enough kid, and already knows who Don Bradman is, a question which Australia's former leader was keen to include on an Australian citizenship test. Do you know who Don Bradman is? Most Aussiecats would know, and cats with Aussie family members like Faz and Yoggie. I bet that Poppy Q knows too.
Cheers,
If you see Emil hanging around your place, please tell him to get his furry butt home... his family's awfully worried about him!
Should I feel inadequate?
Our thoughts are with Storm and her family as she goes on her big journey today. You've fought bravely, my friend. The fight is nearly over...
I guess it's good that Kate didn't have to be without feline company while she was away, but it's also good that she came home for some Pablo smooches in the end. I'm where it's at, after all.
As you can see by the date in the bottom left corner of the image, this is my second year doing the blogblast for peace... why not join in?
Seven years and older is senior? Does this mean it's time for me to apply for a pension card? I thought eight years of age was the prime of my life!
