half-pint

And get your minds out the gutter, it has nothing to do with my cleavage :-D

After my bout of flu last week, and barking like a hound when chatting to Wildie whilst waiting for the other bloggers to arrive, I felt spiffy and on top of the world for the remainder of the weekend. And that includes my little excursion into the downpour on Saturday night to drink some wine.

And then an hour after being at work yesterday morning, breathing in all sorts of cr@p, I start with the rabid dog impression again which lasts until I've been out of the building for at least 30 minutes or so in the afternoon. And not a sneeze or cough again the entire night. Pffft.

We headed off to the timeshare at lunch, me armed with a container filled to the brim with Whiska's cat nibbles. I really missed my furry felines while I was off last week, and poor Big Sweetie was out of the office every day putting out fires, so he was unable to go and commune with the ocean.

Driving to the club, the miserable git was ragging me on how the cats won't come to me, how they're going to turn up their respective noses to the food, all because I deserted them for the week and the club members gave them a feast on Sunday with leftover bait.

I treated this with the disdain it deserved (naturally after giving him a good punch in the top of his arm) and once we arrived and had parked the bakkie, told him to watch and learn.

Standing next to the bakkie, I called softly and made my little cat noise. Immediately Big Sweetie looked around. When I asked him what he was looking for, he said he'd heard the cats! I looked at him and made my little cat noise again, and within a couple of seconds all three furries came charging out from below the containers where they had been relaxing! This time they didn't stop in the normal feeding place, but came within a couple of feet of the bakkie to meet me.

I stepped forward and as I started to walk with them to the feeding spot, I turned around to find Big Sweetie standing with his mouth hanging open! Speechless, he was!

I'm just glad he didn't see me nearly see my backside trying to walk with three cats winding themselves around my ankles :-)

And please hold thumbs/cross your fingers and toes (and if you look a bit 'special' trying to walk or type, that's okay). We have a huge accommodation meeting taking place today which Big Sweetie has been instructed to attend from an IT perspective. That's a very positive sign as he only starts attending once things are falling into place and he's required to start requesting quotes for cabling, moving of enviroracks and servers.....which hopefully means he will also be getting a copy of floorplans placed in his grubby large paws.....which in turn means I'll know exactly where we're going....and to be quite honest, by now I don't particularly care where we're moving to. Any place will be better than this.