Thursday 24 April 2014

“Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!” - Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)

Three times in the past two weeks Kit has managed to set off the smoke alarm while cooking.

Our neighbours must love us.

We're not sure why cooking is suddenly causing so much smoke. Kit hasn't actually burnt anything (except that one time she burnt the nachos. Burnt nachos are nasty.), but the house fills with smoke none the less. Maybe it's not smoke, and she's just evaporating the heck out of something. 

Kitchen drama.

Oh. Also, lit review drama. It's due in 29 days, so Kit a giant ball of wah. She's not particularly stressed about it, but she's definitely sulky. She spent today sorting through the 1 billion journal articles that have accumulated in the study to find one sentence on terminal sampling that she knew she'd read somewhere. It's still missing. This blog entry is a much needed break from a whole lot of CTRL F "terminal sample"-ing. But Kit will find it! And when she does she's going to hold it up in the air triumphantly and sing and song of victory.

But before that, she's going to update the blog-world on the adventures of Kitcat and Face!


Aeroplane! Neeeyuuuuuum.

Our trip home for graduation is complete! Much catch-up, many graduates, and a sudden and unexpected bout of homesickness in the meantime. How do you get homesick while you're home? It was weird. Despite that, it was brilliant to see everybody! And they should now do the right thing and head over to Hobart to visit us. It's only polite. 

Pictures, pictures, pictures.


Daisy kinda didn't care that Kit was home. She was happy that there was another person there to throw the ball for her, but no special huzzah reaction from dog-face. She was actually more excited to see Face, cause he can throw further. BUT THAT'S OK 'CAUSE WHEN GINGERNUT SAW KIT SHE WAS THE MOST EXCITED AND GLEEFUL BIRD EVER. It's nice to be loved.




Byeeeeeeee Melbourne lights!

We're planning on heading back fairly soon for Face's 25th and brother-of-Face's 21st, which are both conveniently situated in July. Hopefully, anyway. Kit is meant to be heading out to Maria Island in July for fieldwork (WHOOOOOOOO!!!), so if clashes occur it might just be Face travelling back to the mainland for birthday fun. Which would probably result in Kit pulling this face:


Banana and all.

Returning to topic, graduation photos are on the way! Mother-of-Kit took at least 20 thousand photos, so it's understandably taking a little while to sort through them all. In the meantime, have a photo of Face with straightened hair.


Less than impressed. 

Other news: Kit has been making stuff! Ooh. Lookit that colourful-geometric-y mass of wool. 


It just requires a sewing machine for completion (more triangles have been added since this photo, so all the gaps are now filled). Which will be acquired this weekend! Kit did try to buy one last week, but the sewing centre was shut, so she went across the road and bought a ukulele instead. Lol-oops. It sure is hard saving money when you buy on impulse. But ukuleles are awesome and Face is teaching Kit how to play Yellow Submarine on it, so life is good! 

That's all bloggers. Much love. xx

Lol, jokes, one more picture. This perfectly sums up Kit's current attitude towards her lit review.


Positive sucking. Oh, Adventure Time, Y U so wise?  

Kit will get there, and she will hopefully get there with some A+ material! 

Sunday 13 April 2014

"Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms." - George Eliot ('Mr. Gilfil's Love Story,' Scenes of Clerical Life, 1857)

This is Jellybean. A.k.a., JB. 


Kit's had her since she was 7, which means JB is now 17. 
She's still oh-so-sassy.

Kit had a bit of a sad day yesterday, caused by a combination of over-tiredness and those general feelings of blah that you sometimes get.

She spent the whole day trying to get over the sad, but nothing seemed to work.

So she packed it in early and went to bed early with a JB to cuddle! That worked.

Sometimes all you need is a kitty with cat-food breath, whiskers tickling your face and loud, happy purrs in order to win at life. 

Lovely, lovely creatures.

That said, feral cats have a hella an impact on Australian native fauna. Feral cats kill an estimated 75 million native animals daily. Add the domestic cats to that (because even your beloved Fluffy, who is so kind and soft and gentle and perfect, will be out there murderin' the natives) and the estimate sky-rockets. 

Keep the natives safe, people! Responsible pet ownership for the win. 

(P.S. This article is pretty interesting if anyone is interested in reading about kitty impacts.)