Woah! Roscoe

Everyones house should have a ‘Party Stuff’ box, I know mine does (whether or not the flat mates are aware of it is another story…). What you put in it is all up to you and your partying style. Are you a party popper type? Candles? Dress ups? Special music collections? Whatever it takes.

You know what I think, you should bust out that party box tonight. It’s a Friday, that’s what Fridays are for! We’ve got another weekend ahead of us. Seems to happen quite often really. I feel like I’m always telling you about my weekend. Is that bad? Oh I hope not. It’s the most exciting part of my life!

This weekend ALL THREE kitties are heading to the vet to get their jabs. What an adventure it shall be I’m sure. The thing is my cats don’t take kindly to being boxed, I’ve learnt this in the past. They will shred you on the way into the box and once there, will shred the box even if it’s plastic. They are determined, they are vicious and they are fluffy.

So how do I do it? Well, I just pop them in the car. They sit there and meow for a little while. They stare longingly out the window as we drive out the driveway. They plead with their eyes, appealling to occupants in other vehicles, to help them. Then I pick them up and carry them into the vet. Easy…when you’re only transporting one.

I think it’s time to enlist the help of my trusty flat mates and probably some thick clothing. A kitty each should do it.

I’m not particularly looking forward to moving house with the kitties, well I mean moving the kitties and the house at the same time. The whole process is a bit daunting. Furniture, fur and boxes. Moving trucks, men and feather-duster-tails. All a smidgen over whelming. It’ll be okay. It’ll be fine.

I have to finish the rest of the packing first anyway. So much to do! Who knew I had so much stuff.

I found my juggling clubs the other day when I was cleaning out my wardrobe, had completely forgotten I even owned any! The more exciting fact is, the new house has a nice big lawn, just what I need to get outside and have a juggle. See if I have completely lost all skill and coordination in the past year or not.

Hopefully not. If I ever get made redundant I can always become a street clown..