Honestly, it’s not. I don’t have any. I don’t do religion. It’s just a post I do on Sundays that recaps the trivial stuff of the week that don’t really deserve a full piece of their own.
Jane and I went over to my Mum’s yesterday to pick up and drop off Christmas gifts and have a nice Christmas meal with my Mum, David, Katie and Jasmine. We had to leave a bit earlier than I would have liked due to the weather (that snow, eh?), but it was a lovely meal and it was great to see the guys before Christmas. I’ll be spending my first Christmas away from Mum and David this year, it’ll be an interesting change for me. To the right there is my favourite picture of the day.
The other thing I would like to talk about is cats. We now have five of them living in this Big House. Gizmo, Smudge are ours, Jane’s parent’s cat is Tigger, and Claire, Matt and the boys have provided us with two more: Smudge and Twinkle. Yes, we now have two cats named Smudge – but don’t panic – I’ve started a subtle campaign to forever alter the second Smudge’s name to Smudge Two. Every opportunity I get, I refer to her as such, and it’s caught on so well that I’ve moved on to calling her Two-two and Twoey.
Also, having so many cats has lead to many more feline confrontations. It always seems to be either Twinkle or Tigger in the middle of it. Being chased by Ethan doesn’t help things either. Gizmo spends most of his time under our bed instead of on top of it nowadays, as Ethan regularly invites himself into our room and terrorises him, and Smudge has developed a weeping eye, something I’m sure is due to the stress of “Not Being Safe Anywhere”.
Smudge Two seems to have a mild form of Cerebellar Hypoplasia, her rear legs seldom work in tandem with her front. It makes her incredibly endearing, and she never seems to be the cause of any of the LOUD MEOWS and subsequent scrabbling chasing noises. For more information on Cerebellar Hypoplasia, see this Youtube.
Maybe next week I’ll tell you which cat likes to piss on beds and shit wherever they please.
