A nice Saturday.

Off from work, sunny and almost warm day, got an important call I was waiting for not earlier than next Monday, today definitively turned on in a large smile.

Chance, Pet Depot in association with the Wicklow Veterinary Clinic organized for today the "Chip and Tag Day", a chance to get your pet microchipped for only 20 euro. Chance that I took, of course.

So, now, the lil Criminal is going around for the house flaunting her new jewel.

Wanna see how she'll react when it comes the time to get the chip too...

Me, lovely Princess!

Numbers.

Stats say that unemployment rate in the US is lower than Europe.

I guess it's because they keep shooting people which makes new room for new employees.

No offence intended. It's known my sense of humour is rude and cynical.

Memories.

That's weird. Just few days ago I was thinking it was a while you didn't share a song, like we were used to do during our days off, among a game and another, three years ago. I don't know why exactly I was remembering those times, I even opened MSN, although I already knew you weren't there anymore.

Probably it was just nostalgy of a time when everything was funny, when I was overjoyed into your spoiling me, with the certainty that whatever came from your side was always true, whether twas good or bad.

I learned a lot from you. Although you're already special yourself, you'll always be for me too, whether I tell you or not.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

Black on white, or better... white on black.

I swear, if one day it happens that I'll be blessed with a daughter, I won't EVER EVER EVER be like my mother.

Promise.

Was the last thing I do in my life. 

And the only good one.

Please....

I really want to crash the head of the idiot that made this meme against a wall. 

Sure there's something wrong in it and that's UNFORTUNATELY the human race is not going to extinguish. You're the fucking proof of it. Your parents didn't have the right to breed and you just won a free vasectomy.

My tolerance is about to end... Where's that bloody bomb???

A perfect world.

In my dream of world there's a Nation free from any religious influence, where people don't pledge to any god and laws aren't made because otherwise your soul will burn in hell.

In my dream of world, we're in 2013, no longer in 1013.

Bunch of primitive idiots.

Cat-sitting part 2.

I have to admit that cat-sitting Pip brought a lot of fun into this house. Mainly because both she and Lolly have very quiet attitude.

I remember my Billie was a killer, she didn't even hiss or growl, her attacks were unpredictable. With Robin, instead, it wasn't just once that I found her claws stuck on some else guest/new cat's face.

Yesterday afternoon Lolly and Pip had their crazy moment together at the same time. For longer than an hour they ran after each other around the whole house, litterally flying over the stair, hissing and growling when they got too close.

They probably were having the same fun I did just observing them, but you know, pride is pride and they kept their position till the end.

I'm kinda sure that with a couple of days more I'd have found them sleeping together, as I think in some kind of way they'll miss each other.

Pip is back home with her Mum, today, and Lollipop is again owner on her house.

And I happily smile because it has been worth the experience, definitively.

Gardening together.

"You'll miss me!"

"In your dreams!"

Cat-Sitting, part 1.

My neighbour left for few days and I've been really happy to return the favour she did to me last February, when she looked after Lolly for the whole time I've been away.

So now, parts inverted and she gave me key and instructions for her Pip. 

Note to myself: I have to leave her my key, so if I fall from the stair there's one chance somebody finds me body before the date I have to pay the rent.

Back to the story.

The first day I dropped in next door, checked if bowls and litter box were ok and then cuddled the lil Princess a bit.

BUT.... the second day, when I've been there and after I filled her bowl and she looked interested on my company rather then on eating, I left the house with an empty, guilty feeling into the deep of my heart. The image of Pip, all alone next door, just over my same wall, wasn't leaving my mind.

I wrote my neighbour, then, proposing her to keep Pip at my place till she comes back. Said and done.

It has been the beginning of a funny cohabitation.

Lollipop started to hiss and growl making her tail big and furry as a squirrel's one, Pip from her hand (paw, sorry) is bigger than that tiny kitten and showed her that she wasn't going to be intimidated.

 

Pip tells Lolly she's not going to be stepped on by that "flea".

Lolly shows her disappointing.

Pips cares soooo much!

Night passed by almost quietly. Once the both of them reached the compromise of sleeping Lolly in bed with me and Pip on the couch downstairs, not a noise or hair has flown. Lollipop just slept half under the blankets and head on the pillow ready to check if the enemy could have shown herself at any time. Sometimes she hissed at the darkness, just in case, you know.
This morning, I left the two of them alone while at work and when I came back I didn't find any wound, scar nor bloodbath. Not a ball of hairs were rolling on the floor. Ennio Morricone wasn't playing any soundtrack either.
Lolly and Pip were both all one piece. Pretty satisfied indeed.
This afternoon the interaction reached a better point, for Lollipop at least.
She's finally been able to tell who's living in this house.

Not that Pip cared that much, as I'm sitting on the couch while writing right now and she's quietly sleeping again like nothing has happened.

Gimme the patience...

You know what I really don't tolerate at all?  

Those people who interrupt you when you start a topic and then, when you try to complete what you were saying, they tell you "I'm not done".

Another atomic bomb, please.