Ack. I joined an internet thing, met lots of nice people, and then vanished off the face of the earth for nearly two weeks. Awesome work, A.
In my defence, I was working and the working thing was not my fault. Boss people, with all their demands and their 'we pay you a salary' thing, right? I know. Horrific. Can't believe I'm supposed to deal with this for the next 30 odd years. When do I get to retire, please?
(Yes. Am Entitled and Awful, I know.)
Aaaaaanyway, I spent some of this week working in Christchurch. Christchurch is still recovering from a series of earthquakes the effect of which I find difficult to put into words, given that the newsmedia has just about destroyed the impact of 'devastating' or 'catastrophic'. I drank tea from a makeshift cafe in a shipping container in a carpark while I was there, and it was great. Christchurch has an almost indomitable feeling to it - the CBD is still largely empty, but there's action there, if you look hard enough. Christchurch was also sunny and warm and not humid (Auckland, I'm giving your humidity some serious side-eye right now. Don't make me move to the South Island, yo. You know I'd have better hair there, right?)
In other cat news, my slide down the slippery slope to crazy-cat-lady-ness has gathered momentum. We are rehoming a cat named Cocoa, who was adopted some years ago by my mother-in-law and her flatmate of the time, J. When my MIL moved to Germany for work, J retained custody of dear old Cocoa, who is a dark cocoa-coloured (!) fluffy number with no voice. J has not been well for the last few years and we received the bad news that she is now receiving respite care at the hospice. The least we can do in the circumstances is to provide Cocoa with a new home, though we do so with a heavy heart. It's very hard to acknowledge that J won't be home again.
In the space of a month, therefore, P and I have gone from a no-pet family to a family of five. It's going to be a fairly traumatic move for Cocoa, who we're picking up from Hamilton on Tuesday. We'll be keeping her in the spare bedroom for a while and buttering her paws, but if you have any other suggestions for helping Cocoa acclimate to her new home, I'd love to hear them. Timmy and Tab will be kept apart from Cocoa but they'll be able to smell each other and swipe paws under the door. We're hopeful that since the Terrormouses are still only 14 weeks old, they'll be young enough that they'll accept Cocoa quickly and with any luck, she them.
So, it's a very bittersweet time at the A+P household (no pun intended - seriously, no pun intended, I just can't find a better word). We're happy to have this old puss, but so sad that she's coming to us in these circumstances.