July 25, 2007
Monday 23rd July 2007
This weekend I spent the weekend at the cat show (meow). For those not in the know, a cat show consists of tons and tons of kitties in cages being let out every so often to have a judge (often eccentric and passionate and dressed in a vest with cat pictures all over it) check to see if their, for example, fur is the right colour, their tail is suitably tapered and their nose is in good shape. The cats were well-tempered about it all, and seemed less catty than some of their owners (e.g. the old woman who got cranky with the judge who looked like one of The Golden Girls due to a comment about a cat’s eyes being open too wide, a woman who was so cranky with the “rude” general public that she wished one cat had bit a particular woman, but then thought not because the cat might have caught rabies from particular woman and the female “who wouldn’t trust her if she paid me, and I don’t want a longhair anyway”). Lots of women at the cat show, as you can tell. It was quite amusing to watch the thin lipped and tense owner of one pair of non-moggies actually crack a smile or two as her cats gathered lots of ribbons. During the final process one of the international judges got bit by a shirty Siamese, but the Siamese still, errr, walked away with a big prize and a pink kennel, a pink litter tray and some food. Best in Show went to the most adorable British Blue Shorthair ever, but the one that touched everyone’s heart was the Best Domestic (or Companion) who was a gorgeous milk chocolate puss with a cream Salvador Dali mo. It’s owner started crying and crying. It seems that puss was rescued from a very abusive home, and now he’s a *star* (or at least he’s got a ribbon, a pink kennel and a pink litter tray). There’s hope for Jess yet.
July 25, 2007
As regular readers would know, Darlene Taylor refused to continue funding her own blog a few months ago, and has instead instituted a cheap version of same by e-mailing people her pseudo-would-be-posts. 🙂
“Why should she cheapness be rewarded”, cry otherwise-would-be-readers-of-her-blog, and I have to admit I agree with them, but nonetheless, I thought that it would be nice to offer Darlene a platform to broadcast her e-mails masquerading as blog posts on my own blog as I enjoyed reading hers.
Enjoy part 1 below of Darlene’s non-blog blog. Of course, Darlene’s views are strictly her own 🙂
Given that there’s been a tidal wave of requests (hyperbole intended) for my blog to be resurrected from the dark pits of hell (no hyperbole); I’d thought I’d write something that might be regarded as bloggy. Alas, since Australia Princess is still on hiatus, there’s nothing to report on that very important score. If anyone knows what Kylie Booby is doing now, please do not hesitate to let me know. Anyway, let’s fill you in on a bit of Darlene. Well, I enrolled in a Diploma of Professional Writing and Editing, but found that the only subject available this semester was “Introduction to Computers”. Suffice to say, I have deferred until next year, but will be doing a drawing class to ease some of my mammoth intellectual curiosity and that crap. Also, like the mad mummy of an even madder pussy cat, I will be doing an afternoon course in “Everything Your Cat Would Like You To Know”. Jess is having some major dental issues (she could be gummy girl soon) but is settled and responding well to the pheromone diffuser I purchased from the vet. As a tortoiseshell, she’s a little timid. She’s my little Aussie battler, no worries mate. Apart from that, I had a short and interesting relationship with the Baha’i Faith. It was quite engaging and there’s good stuff to be found in it (e.g. it supports equality of women and opposes racism), but it has some unfortunate literalist opinions and authoritarian tendencies. Sure, all faiths have these, but from what I can tell these days you can whinge and moan about, for example, the Anglican Church but still turn up on Sunday and be a part of the community. The Baha’is have booted people out for being “covenant breakers”. At my new digs in North Fitzroy, we don’t have a television set so I’ve no idea what’s been going on with aspiring models, Big Brother contestants and other pressing matters (see earlier reference to Australian Princess). HELP!!!!! End of pretend blog post.