Daughter Katie (Kathryn) is living with Kat (Kathleen) and Kashka (Polish diminutive of Katherine). Weird, hunh?
We are going to have a LOT of coming and going this holiday season. Keith goes to Victoria from the 19th to the 23rd. He comes back the same day as when me, Paul and Katie go to Victoria for Granny’s b’day party. We stay overnight and then come back Christmas Eve so I can start cooking for the big Xmas dinner. Then Jeff goes later that week. And Alex and Darwin will be going at the same time… tis nuts, but that’s Xmas for ya.
Margot is coming with us. I suspect that despite my pOp’s inability to understand why I took this completely useless animal on as a pet, that he will like her anyway. Many thanks to Paul for allowing me to use his car to transport her. She’s not a big fan of car trips,
I punted her with a piece of furniture yesterday. (Accidentally, I didn’t see her). She just slid across the floor and neither mewed nor changed position. She has no conception of the possibility that someone would harm her. She can spend 10 minutes being brushed, grousing the whole time, scratching at my hands and kicking like a baby with her back feet. Any other cat would vanish afterwards, and she merely flops down on the floor in front of the bathroom door and glares at me. She can try to bite me but she doesn’t have enough strength in her jaw to even break my skin. This makes her behaviour with Eddie and Gizmo even more hilarious; she’s defenceless, except for the cute; why Eddie hasn’t given her a good thumping I have no conception.
I have picked her up three times in a row to keep brushing her, and she doesn’t run away. I can’t say she knows she can’t keep up with her own fur, but she sure acts like it.
Should I start keeping her fur as an art project? She makes a loonie sized tuft of fur twice a day.