... in which I may procrastinate for a change

Ah I was so sure I wouldn't fall prey to post-holiday blues... and yet here I am longing for Cypriot food.

So the past couple of days have been fun. Yesterday Cat and I went to the gym for a middle of the day Zumba class, thinking it would be like our regular evening class.

Wrong.

We stumbled into old-lady Zumba which was completely boring and hilarious at the same time. But we stuck it out and then rewarded ourselves with lunch :)

Today I woke up fairly early, waved John (whose birthday it is, woo hoo!) off to work before taking Sierra and Oscar to the vets to be neutered. Poor things ... they were also due to be micro-chipped as well. Due to the anesthetic they needed to be starved from 8pm last night which they were pretty unhappy with. So much so that when John and I went to bed they continually head-butted the bedroom door in protest.... which is still a better reaction than I had when I had to starve before my operation :)

So after I'd left them at the vets I met Cat and Lisa at the gym to try and do some normal Zumba... which we managed (yay!) before having celebratory jacket potatoes. On nom nom.....

Now I'm home, feeling weird because there aren't cats here, but trying to make the most of their absence and do a lot of cleaning... hence the blog :) ahhh, I get to pick them up in about an hour. I just spoke to the vet (who called me Mrs. Hailstone) who told me they were curled up together sleeping it off.

Right.... time to actually clean. After my cup of tea. TTFN!

... in which I tell a tale of extreme mopping

Hello bbs.

I feel bad for not blogging more often, but I've been so busy over the last week I've had no time to even scratch my head. But here I am now on a glorious weekend, with a little blogging time on my hands.

Oh, I love weekends :)

Last night, John and I came to the conclusion that our cats definitely have a bit of The Stupid in them. I was in the bathroom cleaning my face and having a conversation with John out in the hallway, when there is an almighty splash from behind me. As I turn round, Sierra leaps out of the toilet and splashes a considerable amount of toilet water over my legs. Nice.

As I'm explaining what happened to John, there is another splash and I catch Oscar flying out of the toilet too, also showering water everywhere. And naturally, both panicked, they ran all over the flat shaking themselves dry.

To summarise then; one cat bogwashed himself, got scared and ran away. The second one, seeing this, thinks "that looks like a good idea" and also bogwashes himself. He also got scared in the process and joined his brother in racing round the flat shaking bog water off himself.

Excellent.

Hope you're all having excellent weekends x

... in which I change my mind

... in which I *squeeee*

So Isleworth.... pffft!

Google told us it was 28 minutes away. My stupid stupid satnav took us the silliest way possible and got us caught in horrible traffic, and the journey ended up taking an hour and 45 minutes.

Worth it though :)

We picked out two gorgeous babies (boy and girl) and then thankfully had only a half hour drive back home, during which they fell asleep (and the satnav was shoved under a seat in total disgrace).


This is Oscar....








And Sierra














They are so adorable, but so much hard work, haha! Luckily they sleep a lot so my shoes do get a little break from being nibbled and throw around :)


In other news, Chelsea need to pulverise United tonight. Going to a family gathering to watch the match, which will be fun. More so if we win!