Showing posts with label house move. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house move. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 April 2018

Wide-Eyed Wordless Whiskers Wednesday


Not much to report today. Mum's busy and fed up with how long the house move is taking. We accepted an offer on our house in October last year and found a new property at the same time. And here we are in April 2018 and still waiting. To cut a long story short, we're not sure if we're getting the full story from everyone involved but the long delay is due to the incompetent mortgage lender our buyer is using.

This is having a terrible effect on Mum. She is sad all the time and can bearly focus on her work so she is really struggling to keep up with all her blogging duties and other social media activities (which is her work, but some people seem to think it's merely a hobby).

What can a cat do? I help my mum cope with all the stress (which is not just due to the house move as regular followers will know.) I stay by her side, I urge her to take afternoon naps with me, which she does and feels a little better for it. I purr for her when she needs it and I give her big love eyes (not just when I want feeding). And of course, I make her laugh with my crazy antics! 😻

Here's a recent video clip from my Instagram account in case you missed it. I'm playing with my banana catnip toy. Mum bought it for me last week and at first, I went mad for it, but now, a week later, I've abandoned it. I get bored easily. Mum says I get that from her as she has a low boredom threshold too.

Do you guys get bored with your catnip toys really quickly?


Sunday, 6 August 2017

Taking it Easy on a Sunday (we hope!)

Happy Sunday!

Hopefully, we are taking it easy today. It is Sunday, after all. But around here, it's never easy. And when it's a warm, sunny day like today, there's bound to be a lot of noisy humans about.

Mum is angry because she didn't get any sleep last night, so I'm hoping for her sake more than mine that it isn't a Sunday packed full of noisy selfish neighbours mowing their lawns, slamming car doors, allowing their shrieking kids to stay outdoors until late, etc...

Why didn't Mum get any sleep last night, you ask?

Well, the noise of course! Live music blaring out from somewhere out on the main road. We live in what years ago used to be a quiet street (long before I was born), a small road off from the main road. That main road is always a busy cacophony of traffic coming and going, but at night it usually isn't so bad. Or it never used to be, Mum tells me.

Now though there have been a lot of restaurants and live music bars opening up along this road, and we get all the noise pollution wafting over to our house.

The music last night was massively loud. And it wasn't to my taste or Mum's. Now, I can sleep through anything, but Mum can't. Especially when she's stressing out about her life. All she wanted was to sleep and escape for a while, but no, the noise prevented her from doing so.

And she's been trying to give up the wine (she's been drinking a bit too much of it for my liking lately), but last night she drank a little more than usual just so she could get to sleep.

As we normally do, we lay in bed and I snuggled up against her leg as we tried to get to sleep. I know I have the power to calm her instantly with my presence and soothing purrs.

And as we were drifting off to sleep I purred, hoped and wished that we move from this horrid place soon because I worry about my mum. She's a peace loving, animal loving, highly sensitive soul that just longs for some peace and quiet in her life. Is that too much to ask?