Twig

I think it's only fitting that I myself write an honourary post in memory of my sister's cat Twig. I feel it would be dishonourable to do any different, although I could write about my results, this should come first.

Of course it's different writing from the perspective of, quite literally, the outsider. But I know how heartwrenchingly painful it is to lose a pet you loved so dearly. Even though he was not my cat I was still deeply saddened by his loss; he was one of a kind.

Never have I known such an amiable, laid back personality. He even retained that love of play that so many cats lose, and he had no fear - not even when terrorised by a six week old jack russell puppy. He just went with it and played with her.

It's going to be hard for my sister; wounds of this sort only ease with time. Twig will be sorely missed, and it is cruel that he was taken from Blythe years before his time.

And then they were gone

The butterflies flew the nest today. Since the last two chrysalises hatched this morning I decided, since it was nice and sunny, that I really should let them go.

So here are some pictures =D

Pretty, aren't they?

Flutterbyes =D!

5 hatched so far, looks like there might be three more to come. I saw most of them actually hatch, and now they're just sort of sitting there wafting their wings and crawling about. Quite pretty really - pictures coming soon

PatterKillers (8 (day one)

Yay! We went to pick up my caterpillars today from the post office. Apparently I got the 'big set' which means I get two tubs with 5 caterpillars in each. They weren't moving at first but now one or two wriggle around periodically and start feeding on the creamy goo stuff they've got at the bottom of the pot. It's a bit gross but it's mesmerising to watch them.

One pot has caterpillars that are bigger and beefier, in the second pot I think two are dead. There's a really -really- tiny one in the middle of the pot that hasn't made an indent in the food and hasn't made itself a home from web (like the others have) and there's a weird one that's crawled part way up the side and hasn't moved yet. It's all pale compared to the others and doesn't have any spikes (this one also automatically made me think FAIL)

I do have a faveourite. In the beefy pot lot there's one that ventured out of the web home for a bit and started munching away in pastures anew. I like that one, it's not so much a wimp. ;D

Circular arguments

I've said previously that I thought that some people purely used me as their Agony Aunt. But deep down, I don't really mind, no matter how little I know the person I feel better after sorting out their problems into a neat little pile of suggestions. Today I was emailed by a friend asking for help - wow. I felt quite honoured to be honest, this was someone I hadn't talked to properly since I fell out with her best friend last year. I hadn't fallen out with her you understand, but we'd drifted apart. I thought I would be the last person she would turn to, but all the same, it was nice to be asked for help when we both knew that I could give her some useful advice.

I say this because her situation had become eerily similar to mine.

I know this seems like a random email, but I just wanted some advice. I
know we don't actually..talk anymore - but I know I can still get some great
thoughts and opinions from your POV. But if you don't have time to
read it or just don't want to, i can understand.

It's basically about Amelia. I'm fed up with her.

Ha - this came as a surprise to me. Cassie and Amelia have been best friends for... well forever as far as we can be concerned. But basically she went on to tell me that every monday and wednesday she had been meeting Amelia in the bus station, to talk and to keep the friendship going (as they went to different colleges). Amelia had suddenly been ignoring her and acting strangely after Cassie had not gone to the bus station for 2 mondays in a row, but this was because

1) her exams were near and she had been going up to college early to revise
2) she had also been looking after another friend of hers that had been in and out of hospital for the past few weeks.

We find out that it was Amelia felt that Cassie was not there for her anymore - a similar problem I had suffered when I met, and began going out with, Finn.

For all I went through, I came out of it thinking I was the bad person. Yet, hearing this, Cassie and I came to the conclusion that it really was Amelia with the problem. Having just solved it, I could write more, but I don't really want to.

On being Female

Grr. This post is a small rant, on being female, so I'll warn you now it's not going to be nice. If you don't want to read about female... functions, please don't read this.




I warned you.

I woke up last night at 4am, there was blood everywhere. Urgh, why do these things always happen in the middle of the night - I mean can't it just be helpful and start while I'm awake so I can do something about it? No, I'd made a horrible mess everywhere, of my bed and of myself.

I mean, it's supposed to be a glourious celebration of fertility and everything, but to me it's just an inconveniance. I don't find three of four days worth of short temperdness, nausea, lack of appetite, stomach pain and bleeding particularly fun every month. One person once said to my mother 'God, haven't you learnt to control it by now?' (Yes, they were male). No, there is no controlling it; you can't control the flow of blood if you cut yourself (i.e. bleeding! not bleeding... bleeding!) it stops when it clots. It's exactly the same with a period. I wish humans had the same menstrual cycle as a cat.