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My boy is ill. He woke me up at 4 a.m., poor baby, and he's been sick at regular intervals ever since. At the moment, he's curled up on the bed trying to get some sleep, and I'm hoping he'll get some. Cat sick is a bitch to get out of carpets, and why won't cats throw up anywhere else, on the nice bit of lino in the kitchen, e.g.?

The first Christmas card came in the post today, making me smile...because it came from an LJ friend.

Yesterday, I spent three hours in the salon, only to walk out with a do very similar to the one I came in with. The only difference is that my fringe, forelocks and sideburns are now a disconcertingly bright red. Next time, I'll tell them to cut me a bob and be done with it.

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curiouswombat
Nov. 25th, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
Oh poor kitty! And you are so right about them always picking a really silly place to puke - more than once I have had to grab Shaka and run to the back door with him as he started to heave whilst sitting on the router....
gamiila
Nov. 25th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
Oh, that Shaka! He's such a character, really, he is!