I’ve came up to Mum and Dad’s last night, and am staying until tomorrow. Been sorting out Zeus for them. It’s going well.
We went to the Entrance today, and had lunch at a pub. My schnitzel ended up being WAY too large, as they serve up two on a plate with chips and salad. They would be better off reducing the price and reducing the serving I think.
And then over to Hayley’s for dinner. I bought her kitten a ribbon thing to play with. God she has grown (the kitten, that is, not Hayley). She is nearly triple the size she was a month ago, and very playful. Unfortunately she is infested with fleas. I told Hayley to take her into the shower with her, and also that there is now a flea treatment on the market that is suitable for kittens. She is going to check it out.
Hendrix the Hell Cat (my Mum’s cat) is curled up on the computer desk purring like she is sweet and innocent. But I am not gulled. I have seen the blood thirsty pleasure she gets from drawing blood. This is the cat who hunts anything in sight (although Mum insists she has reformed). When Mum and Dad moved out of one place, they found Hendrix’s collection of bird skeletons in one of the boxes that had been in storage. Hundreds and hundreds of little endangered species’ carcasses……
Mum is looking over my shoulder and is saying I am lying, but it is the god honest truth. The cat is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of small animals and quite a few humans.