12 posts tagged “kitty”

That's the view from my new office.  My department is in an old hospital. The old brick buildings are used for the university now, but it's protected as heritage, so they can't change even the colors on the walls - the class rooms still go by "the 16-bed room". Our department actually lies in the Dr's residences... so there are old bathtubs in the  bathrooms!! and a kitchen on each floor - and a little garden out back with magnolia trees.

 

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Me and the cats are busy packing AGAIN... I get a bit depressed thinking about how much time I spent painting, hanging up curtains and lamps, figuring out the best way to fit my life into this space... and now I have to do it all over again... and just for a year. My job is a one year contract (somebody else's maternity leave). If all works out and they get more money, they might want to keep me...  but so far I only know that I'll stay for one year...  The new place is painted and comes with curtains, so it isn't really that bad...
Just packing and moving is a drag.
The cat's help me though:

After a bit of frenetic searching I have a home on the outskirts of Copenhagen... about twice the price of my old home, but available immediately.. It's the bottom half of a house and the landlady lives upstairs. I get the garden... which is right down to the beach...  Looks fantastic... my aunt started talking about flooding immediately.. I kinda hadn't thought of that. But who cares, it's for one year. Hopefully it won't flood this year.

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So, still haven't moved my stuff over... haven't even packed it all up yet... but working on it. There's no internet yet... and I sleep on an inflated mattress, but I don't have to commute 3-4 hours each way.

The cats were NOT amused with their first encounter with new home. Kitty stayed in the transport crate until next morning..  I guess she finally gave up on waiting in there for me to take her back home.

Urracá was a bit nervous the first day, but after that he's been running all over the empty house, even trying to run UP the brick walls...

Kitty managed to get herself into the fireplace... white cat.. black ashes... footprints all over... fantastic!

She is self cleaning fortunately... and I have to think of some way of blocking that because she seemed to have enjoyed it way too much..

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So, this was a learning experience... more of a test run... or something.
I got a load of willow from my BFF (that means best friend forever). She grows it in her garden so she has her own supply for wickerwork. It's time to harvest now, and I left it to dry for a week before working with it.
I had wild and crazy plans, but it turns out that you need obscene amounts of willow to make a basket... and to make it right you need truckloads more of it... so this one is a bit loose in the weaving, and it didn't become that fancy UFO shaped basked with round doors and windows for the full cat hidey enjoyment that I had in my head. Oh well.. next time.

 
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The cats helped me a lot obviously. Either chasing after stray tips of long willow branches swiping through the room or inspecting the actual basket bit.

 

Happy holidays to all my lovely vox peeps from me and the fur-n-scale-kids

Video: Show us a video that makes you laugh.

Yeah, I know everybody else show real professional videos, but these two clips I made... they crack me up every time I watch them. Let me introduce my cats Kitty (calico) and Urracá (tabby)... just being themselves.

Let there be posting on the blog said Urracá                                              - or else! said Kitty

Right, so I got internet again, and then what happened? over a month went by and still nothing – what ARE they doing? ...you might ask.

Well... see I was busy completing a chaos (or multiple? - I’m not entirely sure about the units of chaos.)

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and Urracá and Kitty have been busy researching the best way to use cardboard boxes

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and bookshelves.

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We have met most of the neighborhood cats and dogs and some of the people as well.

 

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Our stalker kitn is actually called Musse and lives upstairs.

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I have started the garden, but it’s grown a bit wild already... 

It seemed a bit exaggerated to get a mower since the garden is about the size of a postage stamp, but cutting the grass with scissors??? Naaaah, not happening. Anyways... I always loved me some tall medow grass with wild flowers... 

It has been TOEsday all day over on cute overload... I just wanted to continue it with some of my favorite toes here: