With the lovely Simba.
With the lovely Simba.
One of the main highlights of the trip was having mum reconnect with her childhood and relatives again. Seeing her at the house she grew up in was definitely nostalgic, even for us.
One of those things and places that have changed, yet will never change.
Inside the house:
And we were also treated to a couple in search of nostalgia for their wedding shots.
Bruno was found as a stray, with a serious head wound, infested with maggots. He was brought to the friend’s clinic, had extensive surgery performed on him, and by some twist of fate, survived.
“I wonder who Bruno is”, said the friend who adopted him and who also happened to be the vet who saved his life. “What did he do to have such a sad life.”
Because even though his wound has healed more than a year ago, he is still withdrawn, easily shaken and not easily trusting of people. Basically the opposite of healthy dog behavior. He lies in a corner of the room for most of the day and doesn’t budge when the leash is put on him to go for walks. He doesn’t walk around the house when people are around, only at night when everyone has slept. When I looked at him… I only felt, and saw, Sadness.
I’m sure more positive thoughts/prayers will definitely help Bruno. Thanks in advance, kind reader 🙂
“This is our floor cat”, the friend said to me, as we walked along the corridor to her flat and bumped into this little one. “We call her Fatty.”
Don’t ask me why.
Settling into a life with a full time job again has been … interesting. There have been days when everything feels just right, when I think maybe I could do this for a longer time after all. Then there are the reminders that there are alternate Lives I want to lead, and I wish I could quit straightaway.
Throughout all these ups and downs, I feel fortunate to have friends who know me, give me space, listen to me, and have cats. Especially the fat affectionate nice furry ones!
Just doing what we do best. Enjoying the warm drinks, space, and silence. Oh and laughing at random grumpy cats in sling bags on the streets.
And that was day 3 🙂
Weekend with the Aussie friend a few weeks back.
Spent the night at hers at Manly, and we set off in the morning, taking a ferry from Manly Wharf to Circular Quay.
Pre-concert cuppa. The concert being the free Rising Stars concert at the conservatorium.
The ferry ride back to Manly, where we encountered very entertaining tourists taking videos and pictures… of themselves.
Random cat at Manly wharf.
“Is this your cat?” We asked the girl at the pushcart.
“No, someone just left it here while they went to do their shopping and asked me to look after it for awhile.” The salesgirl replied, gesturing to the supermarket behind us.
Why anyone would bring their cat out, on a leash, and leave it at a pushcart with a stranger while they went to do their shopping… Is just beyond comprehension. We had a good perplexing laugh about that.
Part 2 soon 🙂