This New Year’s Eve, I picked up a kitten which stumbled like a newborn fawn, all tabby and bones. 2011 began with my heart breaking, when I found out she didn’t have a cure, so all she gets is a bellyful of fish and a whole lotta loving.
Silas
Silas being his usual contortionist perfection on a lazy afternoon. His Chinese name is 林喜乐 – a phonetic translation of Silas in Mandarin, also directly translating into “happy joy”, which is exactly what he is. Silas 林喜乐, you are absolutely perfect to me!
Motionless is my one true love, waiting for birds by the window.
HOME ALONE AGAIN
The flu is here again, particularly infectious strain it seems. Jeremy’s just started burning up while I’m on my second box of Panadol and zillionth favour from Shirley at work. It’s been a lonely mid-week, can’t wait for the parents to get back from the casino tomorrow.
In their absence I am putting Silas through his first working diet. As we’re properly dysfunctional, there is no agreed-upon schedule for feeding the cat. Everyone tops the food bowl up when they wake/before sleeping/during dinnertime and owing to our huge variety of body clocks, Silas eats about ten meals daily. Until tomorrow, however, all his ration are monopolise by me.