Best Food in PE!

I think we understand about sleep at night by now, I’m happy to say. And we’re also on the same page with respect to the indoor litter box. Now, if only we could get this birth thing behind us, I’d feel much better!

I had another dream about her kittens last night – for some strange reason I had to work in another city for a short time, and let my Ex house-sit so that the cat would be looked after. When I got back, I found the cat with two half-dead and two dead kittens in the garden, because he’d tossed her out and got some other woman to stay with him – in my home. Oh, and he’d started dismantling my car, selling the bits off for cash. Where does my mind go to find such a lot of unrealistic trash? Strange mind I have, eh?

I spent some time researching e-publishing online, and found a few local sites that seemed solid at first, but when you look a bit closer? One site was nice and simple. To the point. Well set-out, logical. Then you read about the importance of editing – professionally, ensuring no spelling or grammar mistakes have crept into the manuscript, followed by the importance of choosing the right font. Yeah, and you see spaces missing after a period and a font where the ‘i’ looks like an ‘l’. How do such sites attract business?  Displaying such incompetence? It’s a bit like displaying Frankenstein’s Monster to advertise surgical skill, eh?

I’m trying to come up with something for our electrician, for his birthday. He’ll be back at work on Saturday and I’d like him to find something on his desk. I was thinking of making a card with a pop-up cat inside (private joke) and googled Origami Cat – and that’s when it hit me: cover his desk with Origami cats!

Okay, after having tried it, I think one Origami cat will have to suffice. I found a free-to-reuse image of ginger cat fur, stretched it in a Word Doc and printed it – to cut out 15x15cm Origami squares. The head is quite simple, but the body is giving me some trouble. Well, the end result turned out quite cute! I added a bubble saying ‘Happy birthday’ cut out from a post-it and stuck it on.

At work I’m updating the safety file – dull, tedious work. So in between I’m writing my first admin article. I’m indexing the document, so I can patch and add on various articles without much scrolling around. For now I’ll simply stick to a topic of choice.

When I got home, Silver welcomed me then went straight into her nest. Well, after she had some tinned salmon, of course. Food first, birds second, fight third – everything else after! I was having second thoughts about going out, but she’s had me on a string for over a week now, so I decided to go.

And I am really glad I did! So far PE has not impressed me with their culinary skills – the food in none of the restaurants I’ve visited so far has left much impression. But tonight? The best done food I’ve had in a long time! And not only by PE Standards – they impress even by Pretoria standards! In Pretoria there are some excellent chefs – true artists with food! And what I ate tonight was really, really delicious! We had prawns: not only were they excellently prepared - they were also the largest prawns I’ve seen served in years! Even the old LM Prawns in Pretoria West – THE Prawn Restaurant – can’t compare. And the ribs? Absolute perfection! Even Mike’s Kitchen of old are no match. Where did we go? Cubata Sydenham!

Back home Silver wants attention badly. Her front arms are shaking while I rub her belly. It’s quite strange how she looks straight into my eyes the whole time. Her temperature seems to have dropped as well and she’s fit to burst. Belly stretched to what seems like the limit. Mammary glands full, though I haven’t seen any milk, yet. No loss of appetite, though – and no lack of fit-to-fight when the black and white cat is outside! Kittens are still moving, so I guess everything is still normal. She’s lying by my side on the floor now and it looks like there are ripples along her belly – could be contractions? I have no experience, so I wouldn’t know. She made no move to go out – except to attach Black & White. That’s when I closed the door. She prefers to stay close to her nest, I presume. Where she used to run eagerly into the kitchen whenever I got up, now she runs just as eagerly into the bedroom! I can’t tell whether she’s really in need, or whether she’s just training me as her servant!