Recovery Mode

I'm back, after a fabulous Christmas, hoping yours was too.    We attended Carols service at St Marks on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day Service the following morning, complete with a brass quartet to play the carols.  Divine.....I like my Christmas Morning straight out of Dickens, and this was as close as I was getting in 2011.   Was pleasantly surprised by my sons singing carols beautifully....made for a heartwarming start to the day.   Which was followed by much gifting, eating and general good times.   We're hoping to catch up with long-distance mates in the next few days, plus having a couple of days camping and seeing in the New Year with another group of mates this weekend.  Hopefully rain free, but we'll have to wait and see.....
Hoping to post some Christmas Pix before Easter, but don't hold your breath, I'm a little swamped xox.

Merry Merry

to you and yours from me and mine xoxo

peace and love.

Camo Kitteh....

Just in time for Christmas, the boys walking jackets arrived from England.  And yes, I know that sounds insane but they were cheaper than anything here, we got a choice of materials AND they were made to measure.  Couture kitties, lol.  They're a big improvement on the harnesses we were using, and the boys LOVE them.   Achilles (bottom pic) does look a bit pissy in the photo, but that's because I hid baby Jesus 'cos he kept stealing him out of the manger and burying him in the litter box.

Give me back my saviour!!

Laters.

A matter of perspective.

So, as I may or may not have mentioned on here, we have been investigating why firstborn is on a slant.  For real.  Turns out he has scoliosis plus one leg is longer than the other (and yes I know that is true about everyone on the planet, so don't email me ok) as by longer, I mean longer enough to put him on a slant and cause his spine to curve, giving him scoliosis.  Which is fixed by chopping 1.5 inches off one leg to make it match the other.  I kid, I kid.  They actually break the short leg and then add a bit in the gap to lengthen it.
No, they don't.  In fact, I have no idea what is gonna happen, apart from having to get one of his shoes built up to compensate.  So I'm combination worried/frustrated.  Just for a change.

Return of Catwoman....

and no, I don't have a whip. I'm terrifying enough as it is. Especially since I crossed the line into Total Pet Insanity with my latest purchase.....

THE CATMOBILE!!

We bought a second hand twin pram on Ebay, because the Toxic Waster was getting a little squeezy for two extremely quick growing gonna-be-huge boy ragdolls. Then my way-clever best half "converted it into the CATMOBILE by enclosing it with catmesh. It's riveted at the bottom, and attaches to the top and sides with pop studs. The boys LOVE it. My mother does not. She was barely tolerating the toxic waster, and the arrival of the Catmobile has pushed her ever so slightly over-the-edge. To the point where she's back to walking the dogs 100 yards in front of me and pretending we're not related. She's just jealous.

Cos her dogs are covered in boring old fur and walk on a leash.

Hektor (age 7 months)

 

Achilles (age 7 months)