It's been a while and I don't really know where to start!
Moving back to Bahrain has certainly been more stressful than I had anticipated and the year I have been back simply evapourated. It just vanished and I have not much to account for it except this lovely litter of cats, who meow day and night - real suckers for attention.
Last Valentine's, my better half decided to surprise me with two cats, aptly named Twitter and Flickr. Unbeknown to me, Twitter was expecting. A quick visit to the vet for their jabs confirmed the inevitable, and two months down the road I was charged with caring for five kittens. When people talk about bundles of joy, they totally miss the point if they don't visualise those furry, purring, adorable angels from heaven.
Needless to say, they take up most of my time - and energy. When they were first born, friends earmarked my babies for themselves and I smiled and nodded and procrastinated and stopped answering certain phone calls!
I totally understand that seven cats is a bit too much - and appreciate the world's concern, for both the cats and my well-being. Right now, I run the risk of being described as the crazy old woman with lots of cats, and who is also silly, and if I had more than one middle finger I would have taken immense joy in waving them!
My life, my choice, my cats!
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Here is a poem by Ibu. Enjoy...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ibumohd/458003000/
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings--
a series of burnt circles--
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
I assume the next generation of cats took their names from web 3.0?
Next generation must have Global and Voices :P
SBG
Your motherly instinct is showing...... Tick Tock tick tock tick tock.....
What is wrong with being a cat lady? If that were my fate I'd be truly happy!
It a nice poem
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings--
a series of burnt circles--
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
Hi! Are you aware of Bahrain Fashion Week that will be held on the 17th-19th of November at La Fontaine and the Palm Hall of the Exhibition centre? I would like to invite you to cover BFW for your blog. If interested please email me at the address listed on my blog!
Hope to hear from you soon!
GlamEyeAm
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