for little fluff

There are two kitties that visit us almost daily. I call them “the fluffies”. One big and one a bit smaller. Definitely related. Mum and bub I am thinking. Today when I went out small fluffy was dead on the nature strip across the road. no obvious signs of damage. I went around the corner to the house where I thought the fluffies lived. Big fluff was asleep on a blanket on the porch so I knew I had the right place. No one home.
I shed a little tear for the fluffies, one for the dead and another for the living fluff as he / she would be wondering where their little buddy was.
I rang the council to see if the ranger would pick up dead little fluff and inform the owners and perhaps hand over dead fluffs body etc. yes they said, they would let the ranger know.

2hrs later I returned home and dead little fluff was still lying there. Mouth and eyes open. I rang the council again and this time was informed that the rangers don’t touch dead animals, but they could send around “the road kill” truck. If the cat didn’t have a council tag they wouldn’t be able to contact the owners and the body would end up at the tip. Hold on a minute I said. What if the owners would like to see their cat or have their cats body returned to them? No response. I said I am not happy with that and I would hang up now and send them an email about the poor response etc.
I went back to the fluffies house but no one home still and popped a note into the letter box.
Came back home, grabbed a plastic bag and went to retrieve fluffy. My two elderly European neighbours came to see what I was doing. I asked the man to help me get fluff in the bag. He said, “I don’t like to touch dead things”. The wife said “ why are you bothering, just throw it in the bin”. I said “no I can’t do that. This is someones pet. They may like to know what happened to it and to bury it”.
She then said “why don’t you tie it to the clothes line and spin it around. That’s what I would do”. WTF?? I could only think my neighbor was demented or senile or possibly both – hang on don’t they mean the same thing? – I said to her “ stop it. I don’t like to hear that sort of talk”. I gathered fluffy up and took her home and left her in my front garden.

Emailed the council and let them know my thoughts. I did receive a response but not one that I felt the slightest inclination to respond to.

The owner came around eventually and it turns out that the fluffies are mum and son, with dead little fluff being the mum and she was approx 17 yrs old. Maybe she just gave up the ghost and died of old age? Both of them were rescue cats and were living with 18 other cats in a ministry of housing flat. Semi feral, which explains why I could never get really close to them. He was very grateful that I hadn’t let “the road kill” truck take her as he wanted to check her over and bury her himself.
Goodbye pretty little fluff.

on the couch

yep. that was me. sleeping on the couch as the other half has been sick all week and last night the coughing got the better of me, and i could stand it not a minute longer.

despite that i did manage to get a few things done. i repotted my orchids. what a job that was. i had to get the hand saw and the spade to break them apart. i still have one big one to go. i ran out of orchid potting mix so that will get done at the weekend. visitied the physio. thank goodness he has gone quiet on wanting to ram my foot with his acupuncture knives. i can now start a walking regime. 5 mins walk then do a set of stretches, another 5 mins and more stretches, then another 5 mins and stretches. total 15mins. it has improved, hence why i was able to repot my orchids etc.

cleaned out the medications basket. now i can find things without tossing everything out on the bench.

took coco for a walk outside - she is an indoor cat and is only outside under supervision. as soon as she stepped out a couple of fiesty finches swooped down on her. she then proceeded to play with the bees in the lavender. when she was done with that she sauntered inside.








not much on the thrifting / op shopping front. prices have sky rocketed and there doesn't seem to be much about regardless. so i guess i will wait til it is out of fashion again.

better show you what i have got recently

physio is continuing. i have a feeling that today will be acupuncture in the heel day. he did it again last week. slammed two needles into my heel, then said "i have to put another one in". i said "why". he replied "you moved and i couldn't get it in properly". i asked for a few moments to pull myself together before he gouged my foot again.

few pics of things i have bought recently. some thrifted and some ebay.



lucite lipstick holder. thrifted.



i has me a deer farm now! all thrifted.



this little girl is so gorgeous she had to have her own pic. thrifted.



lucite topped powder compact. ebay purchase.



soap dish. the birds are beautiful are they not? i will use it for a jewellery box.
collectibles store.



this came in the mail. only ordered it last week so was quite surprised.

ex's from the past

so. what happens when your ex contacts you after 30yrs? in my case it goes like this:

both teenagers. it was more off than it was on, but i held a torch for 8 yrs or so. we both had other liasions in between, but this one knew how to keep me addicted to him. it always ended with him disappearing with no explanation, no fight, no harsh words, just didn't come back. these were the days before mobiles and internet etc. hell, i didn't even have a landline.

so life goes on. he contacts me via a social networking site. asks how everything is, do i remember this, that and the other. i am wary as to why he is contacting me, but trying not to be suspicious, and wiping the slate clean as i have moved on and am in a very happy stable relationship, and so is he. he tells me he is still the same old person. ( i am worried about this!) i tell him that i am NOT the same person and would hope to think that i have grown and developed in the last 30yrs.

would i like to meet for lunch? we can at least sit down and have a laugh about old times.

ok. he says to me: you name the place and i will be there. i am a very punctual person and pride myself on this.

nagging thoughts in the back of my head. should i? he won't turn up etc.

so along i go and i took my book, because some how i knew he wouldn't turn up.

guess what? he didn't turn up.

did i feel stupid / silly? no. i felt relief really. i knew this was the universe looking after me even if i couldn't trust my own inner compass.

i sent him an email about not turning up. nothing nasty. just along the lines of i don't like wasting my time.

the response was that he didn't definately say he would be there. so i forwarded his emails to him indicating that not to be true. his next email told me not to adhere to everything by the letter of the law and he had a few jobs to do?????

no. there was no "sorry" mentioned at anytime. needless to say i have not responded to that email and nor will i.

i am proud of myself tho as it hasn't sent me spinning into the old hateful patterns of self loathing. i don't even feel anything except "you (he) are an idiot". maybe i have grown more than i realised.

what i have been up to

continuing on with my plantar fascitis. i am at the physio twice a week now. i haven't noticed a great improvement, but combined with the steroid injection i had plus the massage - and boy does it hurt. so much in fact that i start sweating. yesterday mr. physio tried some acupuncture into the bottom of my foot. that hurt more than the steroid injection and at one point i let out a yell, combined with trying to edge my way off the table, overall i think there has been perhaps 30% improvement.

it seems it has been a week of deers. i have managed to pick up 3 this week. i need to start another shelf!




i have a couple of dogs and cats in this sort of rough sugar crystally type ceramic.



i have 2 of these now. :)


this deer jug is the cutest. it has a deer for a handle as well.




ballet picture.



dog salt shaker - couldn't resist his cute face.



oh and i taught myself to do this last night - with the help of youtube. i think i have mastered it except i keep trying to hold the wool like i am knitting.

some finds

this is what i have picked up in the last week. haven't been doing a lot of "opping" as my foot is still giving me grief. i am at the physion twice a week for some intensive massage (ouch!). i know it is necessary so i can get better. anyway this is what i got:



some barkcloth fabric. vintage cars



lovely screen printed barkcloth fabric



kitty planter - i don't think this is vintage.



fishy ash tray. just about every house had one of these when i was growing up.



little gold deer - because i have a deer fetish....



lovely apron.

steroid injection

not much op shopping going on this week. on monday i had a steroid injection into the plantar fascia tendon in my foot. i have been suffering from this hideous condition since march. all related to previous achilles surgery and such. anyway the injection didnt hurt half as much as what i had expected it to and wasn't very painful aferwards either. good news is, i had a lovely 2 days relief before the "niggles" started to come back. it is not as bad as it originally was, but boy, it pisses me off. everytime i feel a twinge, i think, oh go away please. haven't needed to take any pain killers for it tho'. so that must be good. yes??



i picked up this lovely old plate and decided to take a few pics with various flowers on it.


old cot sheet with some embroidered birdies. i thought they were sweet.



a vintage hand mirror.

have a lovely weekend.