Today will be about Me. Just a quick background to set the scene. I am a kiwi, now living in the furthermost-west of Australia, current town Perth (Fremantle to be precise). My hubby and I have been here for about 4 years where we both work in the resource sector. Well, I used to work. Some crazy notion has me back at uni starting a phD.
We live with our 3 cats, all Australians (our beautiful Cian who we bought over from NZ was killed about 2 and a half years ago) and one giant pup. I’m not exaggerating either, Aoife is 54 kg and just over a year old. Aoife and the cats (Kinky, Sylvie and Griff) are commonly referred to as The Zoo. They are all very naughty and spoiled, and I love them heaps.
We have just been joined by my step-son who has moved over from Christchurch after the EQ. He is 14 and is pretty cool. So far no teenage moments. I’m like an instant mum, don’t really feel qualified for the job, or know what I am doing. I guess I’ll have to stop being so selfish now! I’ve known him since he was 4, and we get along very well, which is great.
As well as full time study I work one Saturday a month at my local vet, and every Saturday I volunteer at The Animal Protection Society as a cat carer. I like animals. I had a slightly different opinion on Wednesday night when I got home, however. As I opened the front door Doof (that’s Aoife’s nick name) was there to greet me. Straight in my face, literally, her legs up on my shoulders as her sloppy wet tongue slurped down my face. Trying to regain control of the situation as ‘dominant household/pack leader’ I commanded her to get DOWN, which she promptly did, her front leg getting tangled in my material shopping bag, ripping the handle off and sending the contents to the ground. This, in itself, is a very normal occurrence. I did happen to have my lovely camera in the bag however (EOS 40D), which met the ground with a hasty thud. Still in the padded case, so all okay. Apparently not – when I tried to get the lens cap off yesterday to take some photos at our fundraising morning tea, it was stuck. After some firm negotiating with the cap I managed to loosen it enough to thrust it off, only to be met with the view of shattered glass. My poor (and very expensive!) lens! I wanted to cry. Deep breaths prevailed and under further investigation it appears it’s only the UV filter that cracked. I now have the task of trying to remove copious amounts of glass dust and am hoping wildly that it hasn’t sustained any scratching. I might take it into the camera shop in Freo on Sunday and get them to give it a clean.
RIP Beautiful Cian
No comments:
Post a Comment