A very loooong weekend!
This is what happens when a troll has a birthday:
Cards!
Clothes! (from grandma)
Toe sox!
And more toe sox!
Jewelry!
And a 'Lecky blankie!
(do you get the impression she wasn't letting go of this one in a hurry?)
Then on saturday it was off to the cinema!
And more pressies!
Which movie do you think they saw?
And did she have fun?
After the movie, it was back home for cake..
And lots of friends to share it with!
Four of the girls stayed for a sleep over. We kept it pretty simple with a sausage sizzle for dinner and left the lounge to them while tygrr and I watched the movie '300' on the pc in my room. The girls were still giggling and nattering when I went to bed at 12.30, and I heard them still when I turned over once at 3.00am! Still, it meant I got to enjoy a gloriously quiet morning the next morning as they all slept in! They had pancakes for breakfast before their parents all dutifully collected them by noon - all of which went very smoothly.
Troll, I think, had a blast, and was in bed much earlier than usual last night - completely worn out from two days of having fun.
Tygrr and I have survived the experience with minimal harm done to our sanity although we shall not be repeating the experience for a while, I think. The girls were good girls and no problem, but I truly am a hermit at heart and do love my peace and quiet.
Just when we thought it was safe to come out of our rooms though, Little Flower, who has been living with us since february finally decided to see her way clear to COME INTO SEASON!!! Now the plan was that when she came into season she would go home to her dad to be mated and then return to us to have her babies. The problem is, her dad is away on a four week prospecting trip to the outback New South Wales, so there is no one home to return her to for mating!
We are hoping that at over 8 months of age that Biscuit may know what to do with her. He certainly is built like he knows what to do with her. Ironically enough every neutered male in the house seems to know what she needs, but not the one tomcat we want to! So at the moment we are regularly being serenaded by bloodcurdling yowls of a very horny young siamese who is desperately seeking at tomcat who knows what to do! Said yowls are regularly being punctuated by comments from tygrr such as 'will somebody please F*** that cat'...lol.
Now if anyone knows about cats, they will know that she will now come into season every two or three weeks until she is mated, so looks like we are going to have an entertaining time ahead of us until her owner returns! Or until Biscuit gets his act together and realises what those big furry things beneath his tail are there for!
In the meantime, Little Flower is in the mood for luuuuuurrvvv!!
Peace.... what IS that again?
:)
Cards!
Clothes! (from grandma)
Toe sox!
And more toe sox!
Jewelry!
And a 'Lecky blankie!
(do you get the impression she wasn't letting go of this one in a hurry?)
Then on saturday it was off to the cinema!
And more pressies!
Which movie do you think they saw?
And did she have fun?
After the movie, it was back home for cake..
And lots of friends to share it with!
Four of the girls stayed for a sleep over. We kept it pretty simple with a sausage sizzle for dinner and left the lounge to them while tygrr and I watched the movie '300' on the pc in my room. The girls were still giggling and nattering when I went to bed at 12.30, and I heard them still when I turned over once at 3.00am! Still, it meant I got to enjoy a gloriously quiet morning the next morning as they all slept in! They had pancakes for breakfast before their parents all dutifully collected them by noon - all of which went very smoothly.
Troll, I think, had a blast, and was in bed much earlier than usual last night - completely worn out from two days of having fun.
Tygrr and I have survived the experience with minimal harm done to our sanity although we shall not be repeating the experience for a while, I think. The girls were good girls and no problem, but I truly am a hermit at heart and do love my peace and quiet.
Just when we thought it was safe to come out of our rooms though, Little Flower, who has been living with us since february finally decided to see her way clear to COME INTO SEASON!!! Now the plan was that when she came into season she would go home to her dad to be mated and then return to us to have her babies. The problem is, her dad is away on a four week prospecting trip to the outback New South Wales, so there is no one home to return her to for mating!
We are hoping that at over 8 months of age that Biscuit may know what to do with her. He certainly is built like he knows what to do with her. Ironically enough every neutered male in the house seems to know what she needs, but not the one tomcat we want to! So at the moment we are regularly being serenaded by bloodcurdling yowls of a very horny young siamese who is desperately seeking at tomcat who knows what to do! Said yowls are regularly being punctuated by comments from tygrr such as 'will somebody please F*** that cat'...lol.
Now if anyone knows about cats, they will know that she will now come into season every two or three weeks until she is mated, so looks like we are going to have an entertaining time ahead of us until her owner returns! Or until Biscuit gets his act together and realises what those big furry things beneath his tail are there for!
In the meantime, Little Flower is in the mood for luuuuuurrvvv!!
Peace.... what IS that again?
:)