Saturday, 15th December.
Category Archives: Nada Zero
Xmas Dinner At Chez Hagakure
Random Pictures Of The Week Since I Got Back
Filed under Domestica, Drunkenness, Food, Here Is The News, Life, Nada Zero, People, Photos
Puterless!
Totally and utterly ‘puterless. Still. I’m posting this from an internet cafe on Brunswick St.
It really does feel like I’ve entered a strange alternate (originally typed: “alternet”) dimension.
It’s quite good. It’s a PAIN IN THE ASS. But it’s certainly novel.
In other news: Happy first birthday, Nada.
Your birthday present is that you are now officially allowed outside to wander wither you will.
We look forward to seeing what you make of the world beyond the fortresslike confines of Chez Hagakure, and what it makes of you.
Filed under Discombobulation, Domestica, Here Is The News, Nada Zero
She Was Under The House
Yes, she must have gotten down there via the hole in the bathroom floor created by the removal of the former bathtub.
She emerged when I removed the grate from this previously weed-encrusted portal in the back garden yesterday.
She’s a bit rattled and she’s lost a lot of weight, but apart from that she seems fine.
Phantom Kitty (Mewl Without A Cat)
For the last three days, I’ve been hearing Nads mewl. In my bedroom, in the dining room, in the hallway, in the living room. She always sounds like she’s somewhere nearby.
I’m sure it’s her.
Have I seen her? No. Has she eaten any food? No.
This is nuts, man.
More Kitty Pics
She’s four months old now.
She’s grown quite a blt – although according to the vet who vaccinated her two weeks ago, she’s surprisingly small for her age.
She still likes hiding (if thankfully not quite as much as before). And she’s still very lovely.
Possibly better pics TK once I regain my proper camera (currently being fixed).
Kitten
On Saturday 7th – in fulfillment of a long-held ambition – I went out to the Lort Smith Animal Hospital cattery and adopted a beautiful 10-week old black and white medium-haired domestic kitten. I named her Nada Zero.
(Anniversarial moment of silence for Sammy the dog.)
I couldn’t take her home straight away, though. She had to be spayed the following morning. She was then slated to star in my Easter Sunday post.
But overnight she came down with flu, and ended up having to spend a further week in the hospital.
I was finally able to bring her home on Monday night.
Then on Tuesday, she vanished. We concluded she must have run away – probably via the back door, which doesn’t always close properly in wet weather.
I made up a bunch of posters and stuck them up around the place, and doorknocked our nearest neighbours. No one had seen her.
Later that evening, whilst I was on the phone to Freakley in our living room, she reappeared shyly and miraculously from the kitchen next door.
She’d been hiding the whole time under a fitted kitchen cupboard, accessible via a gap between the oven and said cupboard. We blocked off the gap with a blanket.
She then proceeded to spend most of Wednesday hiding under the futon couch.
But today she seems to be feeling a bit more at home.
We’d made her a bed out of some blankets and a cardboard box, and she’s coming round to it.
She’s lovely.
