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Last night Mike produced an amazingly yummy curry, why has he let this recipe hide from his culinary skills to me, hmmm?? It has all the stuff I like in the classic thai green, but with more crisp veginess. However it lacked any lemongrass aroma which not being a thai curry is Perfectly acceptable, yesyes.
Tonight though we’re going to try making sushi! I found a 2-person sushi kit at the supermarket in the week and have never made sushi before *excited!*. The thought of being able to make myself some without breaking the bank at Little Tokyo or anything makes me very happy, much like a Chinese lucky cat *waves up - waves down*.;
The past couple of weeks I have been rather emotional, deflated and a little anxious, which is nothing new right?
Well, having decided that Toto would be getting a younger companion last month, trying to find a suitable little terror and the season for kittens coming to an end, as well as contemplating the realities of integrating the house into a multi-cat place and a couple of times of utter disappointment at the rehoming centre for one reason or another has been very heavy in my mind, and hence also in Mike’s while he listens patiently and offers condolance and hugs. (Sorry Mike, you can stop thinking I am crazed and obsessed and hopefully see why all that procrastination and research was necessary.)
I have yet to get a decent picture of the tiny (9.5 weeks) smelly (he hasn’t mastered cleaning his face very well yet and his wet food mouth stinks, in a cute way of course), confident little chap which Mike calls Smut, but who is actually called ‘Cornelius’ Cornelius Kirlew Exelby!. Toto has been showing off just how much of a scardy cat she really is. She hisses and growls whenever he gets near her, which is enough to keep him from getting nearer to her, but if he hisses back she’s outta the room in a flash. He, without a fear in the world, just wants to make friends with the only other 4-legged mammal in the house.
'The two hoomins have been friendly enough to let me climb on them for an ariel view, why don’t you like me?', I’m sure he must be thinking.
Toto however will have to get used to the little smell soon enough. She’s such a big fat princess, and always will be.
I will post pictures soon, but here is a pic from the interwebs showing what he'll look like in a year's time:
Tonight though we’re going to try making sushi! I found a 2-person sushi kit at the supermarket in the week and have never made sushi before *excited!*. The thought of being able to make myself some without breaking the bank at Little Tokyo or anything makes me very happy, much like a Chinese lucky cat *waves up - waves down*.;
The past couple of weeks I have been rather emotional, deflated and a little anxious, which is nothing new right?
Well, having decided that Toto would be getting a younger companion last month, trying to find a suitable little terror and the season for kittens coming to an end, as well as contemplating the realities of integrating the house into a multi-cat place and a couple of times of utter disappointment at the rehoming centre for one reason or another has been very heavy in my mind, and hence also in Mike’s while he listens patiently and offers condolance and hugs. (Sorry Mike, you can stop thinking I am crazed and obsessed and hopefully see why all that procrastination and research was necessary.)
I have yet to get a decent picture of the tiny (9.5 weeks) smelly (he hasn’t mastered cleaning his face very well yet and his wet food mouth stinks, in a cute way of course), confident little chap which Mike calls Smut, but who is actually called ‘Cornelius’ Cornelius Kirlew Exelby!. Toto has been showing off just how much of a scardy cat she really is. She hisses and growls whenever he gets near her, which is enough to keep him from getting nearer to her, but if he hisses back she’s outta the room in a flash. He, without a fear in the world, just wants to make friends with the only other 4-legged mammal in the house.
'The two hoomins have been friendly enough to let me climb on them for an ariel view, why don’t you like me?', I’m sure he must be thinking.
Toto however will have to get used to the little smell soon enough. She’s such a big fat princess, and always will be.
I will post pictures soon, but here is a pic from the interwebs showing what he'll look like in a year's time: