I know it's been a while since writing on here - but I wanted to wait until I had my new cat before posting.
So, here he is! He's called 'Linguini' and I have agreed to be his foster mum for about 6 months until he can join his real 'mum' back in the UK.
He's only 8 months old and the girl who I am fostering him for literally rescued him from being drowned on Evia, an island in Greece.
He's now been neutered (a concept that horrifies the Greeks - they say 'I wouldn't want it done to myself so don't do it to animals' to which I retort 'So you don't mind being drowned then?') and is with me until his quarantine period is up.He's already been in the bathtub, the washing up bowl and in places I never realised were possible to crawl under!
Ahhhhhhh.
On a different note, I have been keeping out of the way of Parliament Guards and musing about what they would do if a crowd of people charges at them - are they allowed to move/defend themselves? And it is highly likely that a crowd might charge at them, given the protests and demonstrations going on in recent times.
And I have been keeping up my habit of getting in the way: I was quite innocently trying to choose a pack of crisps from a kiosk outside work yesterday when I turn around and a film crew are right in my face.
Eh?! I think they were filming some sort of soap opera (the area I work is very upmarket - unlike where I live. It's nice to pretend, at least for a few hours a day, that I'm posh) as there was this overdressed woman wandering around and paused at said kiosk - next to me
Oh well, I'll probably get edited out knowing my luck.
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