Poor ole wills jumped off the settee when Mrs Fogg pumped.
Yup it’s one year to the day since we bought our house. Celebration Foggy stylee as per usual is a bottle of poo.
And coming up Cristmas Take 2.
From timid cat to glamour puss, little Willow is settling in nicely now, shredding duvet covers, carpets and posing for pictures in her spare time.
Hoorah, 2014’s firstist BBQ
And many more to come
I dropped Mrs Fogg off in Leeds to meet up with one of her old friends and after brief womble around the Harley store I decided to head off down Nostalgia Avenue, turning right at the Reminiscent roundabout then 2nd left into Memory Lane to visit some of my old haunts.
You see I was brung up (or dragged) in Leeds on a council housing maisonette estate, which was apparently built on a monks burial ground. As I drove back up there I knew they had pulled them down and replaced them with new houses, but it looked no different at all. I drove up to my old primary school which some how seemed a lot bigger then than it did 37 years later. The room at the bottom right was my form room
Looking back down the hill that I used to walk up as a little snot in shorts (rough doesn’t do it justice).
So after many years of the south of England I ventured back north to my first property that I bought on the edge of a war zone in Bradford, where kids as young as 4 and 5 would rip flowers out of flower beds and break into cars. I even videos them one night, passed it to the police who then did squat with it. My two storey flat was the one at the bottom in 1998
Over then to the first house that Mrs Fogg and I bought together, a quirky 2 storey from the front and 3 storey from the back, where we had arguments with the builder over poor build (and won), methane bore holes in the back garden, cemetery opposite and knockin shop 100yds away (we used to stand at the front of the house setting off a camera flash to see how fast the blokes would jump back in their cars and speed off). We celebrated New Year 2001 here (the blinds we put in are still there as well).
After 18 months of living in a caravan through 2 winters, we finally finished building our house which looks no different today, complete with the bench that Mrs Fogg brought from her own house when we moved in together.
We had the USA BBQ there in July 2005 just before we headed off to the states for 3 months, then promptly got itchy feet and sold it.
All told a fun day looking back, a lot has happened in the last 16 years since my first house, do I feel any different, not really, I’m still a lost little kid who remembers the school playground being a whole lot bigger than it is today. Would I change any of my experiences, hell no.
Anyway foot down as I drove back to Reality Close and met up with the gorgeous Mrs Fogg.
And the final season of Breaking Bad is getting really good, so good that Willow cannot get enough.
What on earth will she do when it’s over? Any new shows worth viewing?
Now that’s what you call crackling
Yippee! It’s taken a month of perhaps 30 mins a day but I’ve finished the Mensa jigsaw. Fab puzzle.
Ps I did the “easier” side. Don’t tell anyone though.
And here is little Willow wondering who her playmate is. Cannot figure out mirrors but so cute!
We had a simple task today. Put Willow in the cat carrier and take her to the vets. Just look at that teeny thing with her cute face, how hard could it be?
However we missed a few notable observations:
1. She has only known us for 2 weeks and just started to trust us
2. She dislikes being picked up
3. Willow can move like a bat out of hell
3. There is nothing to grip hold of on a teeny kitten like cat
4. It’s more stressful for us humans than the cat
5. It’s the fastest way to an argument
Cue about 40 mins of pure stress! Two grown adults chasing a slippery cat all over the house with me trying to do an appalling attempt at “cat whispering” (well it works for horses) and Mr Fogg with his “that’s it, I’m getting big gloves and shoving it in there”. Cue heated debate on the art of cat catching while timid cat continued to run rings around us. This cat can fly!
Poor little Willow, we finally got her in the box and off to the vet, wide eyed and wondering what the hell was happening. We did warn the vet that she’s fast and did not like being handled. Hmm, another brief chase around the vets table before he got her pinned down for the checkup.
Thankfully Willow is ok apart from diagnosed conjunctivitis which requires – wait for it- eye drops daily for 10 days. Oh My, can’t wait to try that one!
Mr Fogg unfortunately has a few war wounds, we are pleased to confirm that Willows claws, once all soft and squishy are now talon like. She has also increased her weight by a kilo. A good eater.
So now our little lady is back to square one . Terrified of us adults and cowering as we move around we are hoping our little ball of fun starts to relax again so we can watch her personality come out as she chases ping pongs.
Ah the joys of pet ownership. Anyone up for cat sitting if we go away some time? Might be less stressful than chasing a sonic cat around.
We plan to put a collar on some day. Yeah right….
