So the situation is this!

KITTENS :D :D :D

Aight so, at my mum's office a little tortiseshell cat has been visiting, just to lie in the garden, and only recently have we found out that she's a mother! She showed up with her two little white kittens, one girl and one boy, and my mother's been putting out some food and water for the mum to eat. But the kittens have started exploring the food too, aha, putting their little paws in it and whatnot. Aw, bless!

We've called the mother cat Mim, and since one cat has a smudge on her head we've temporarily called her Smudge. The other cat, the boy, Rory has dubbed Hiro. Because it means "white" in Japanese, haha. Anyway, we went to see them today and oh my goodness so cute D:

I'd love to take the whole family home but it's highly impractical. We've got Ash to deal with, this is his home first and foremost, and paying for four cats can get crazy expensive. We're going to let the cats stay with their mother for a while longer, we don't know how old they are and they still seem to be suckling so we shouldn't separate them yet, buttt there has been talk of taking one home.

Smudge seems to be the favourite; she's very curious and friendly whereas Hiro is very skittish and easily frightened. Rory seems to like him, though, and it might be good for Smudge to have another cat her age around the house (Ash is nine, so). There's always the worry that the male cats might fight, BUT if everyone's neutered then there shouldn't be that much of a problem. I've been doing some reading and they say it comes down to the personality of the cat; Ash is docile by nature and little Hiro doesn't seem capable of fighting his own shadow let alone a fully-grown cat.

But even if we end up taking none of them home, we're still going to try to find them other homes. They definitely need a trip to the vet, the kittens have fleas and some kind of crusty nose thing going on, and it would be good to suss their ages. Once they've grown up a bit and we've got them vet-checked, we'll be taking them to the RSPCA. Maybe just Mim, maybe Mim and Hiro, or maybe all three; if we can't take them, we're going to put them somewhere where they get a chance at getting adopted by a loving family because they're all such lovely little cats.

ANYWAY so that's the scoop! Kittens on the horizon! ( Have-a some photos! )

So, I've been writing a lot of essays for uni lately and I spent about four hours crapping on about this poem. I'm going to share it because I think it's pretty neat, I like the way it sounds. And it's my journal I can post what I want to, post what I want etc etc etc.

The Thing Itself
Chris Wallace-Crabbe

The important thing is to build new sentences,
to give them a smart shape,
to get acquainted with grammar like a new friend.

One rubs down syntax
into a coarse familiarity,
such foreplay as closes down all thought.

Were it not
that the undertaking is too mannered
(as gnostic as a shower of rabbits),

I would like to go right back,
devising a sentence
unlike any such creature in creation;

like nothing on the planet:
a structure full of brackets and cornices,
twigs, pediments, dadoes and haloes and bells,

full of nuts, butter and flowers!
sinewy, nerved,
capable of blotches or of waving hair.

That would be a sentence to really show the buggers,
like a cute
new thing

or like a tree
recently invented
by some utterly brilliant committee;

it would glitter, articulate,
strum and diversify.
It would be the thing itself.

WHY AM I ONLY JUST FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS PHOENIX WRGHT MUSICAL NOW?

LIFE IS UNEVENTFUL.

Aside from uni, I don't do much. But I did go to ye olde Museume yesterday with my dad and Rory to check out the Pompeii exhibit. It was very interesting; they had a lot about houses and towns and whatnot, with a lot of the recovered vases and brass candelabras and even some old garden frescos. They even had some of the plaster moulds from where the ash had encased bodies. It was terribly sad; there were figures of couples huddled together, a woman on the ground trying to cover her face (the details were incredible, you could see where her tunic had bunched up and even her individual fingers), a guy in shackles who had been trying to crawl away, even a dog and a pig. It's so weird to think that in mere hours, their world just came crashing down and then... poof. All gone. It would have been a horrific sight to witness, were you a survivor.

But yeah. Afterwards, Rory and I were walking around and found an exhibition on dinosaurs and I, true to my ten-year-old boy mentality, went wild. I don't know what it is, but I absolutely love dinosaurs. But they're awesome, can you blame me? So Rory and I geeked out, snapping photos and humming the Jurassic Park theme until we were hoarse. IT WAS GOOD TIMES.

Here, have a few dinosaur and cat photos. ( It's a dinosaurus line! )

Today's events and thoughts in Tweet-form!

• 10:51 Weird dreams run in my family. I have one about being part-robot...
• 10:52 ... Rory has one about a snooty ballerina forcing him to cook 700 sausages with the help of tiny midget bug-people hanging from the roof
• 12:28 Tarquinius Superbus!
• 15:31 DINOSAURS :D
• 16:51 I love dinosaurs in a totally non-scene way
• 23:12 twitpic.com/fp2v0 - Little girl: "But WHERE'S the MOUSE?!"

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SO APPARENTLY I CAN BE TRUSTED WITH CHILDREN????
yes

Originally my mum and dad were meant to watch after some family friends' kids but I filled in while my dad was at a meeting and then when he did rock up, the kids both were scared of him and didn't want me to go :B Kinda cool in a way!

There were two kids, Mosco who was two, and Dashie who was like... eight months or something. I don't know. But they were incredibly well-behaved; there were absolutely no tantrums or anything. A few tears before bedtime because Mosco wanted me to get in his cot with him but I, as a giant, couldn't. So we instead sat on the floor and I read him "one more" story. By the end of the night, I had a pile of twenty books next to me and he kept going to get more.

My mother was taking care of Dashie most of the night, trying to put him to sleep and such, so I got full reign of Mosco and I found out he's at the age where he likes to copy what people say. I was playing with a whale, saying "good day" in a booming voice and he started mimicing it so when his parents came home, he ran up to the door and was all "GOO' DAYYYY 8) 8)" in this baby-baritone, it was hilarious.

We also had this duck-goose thing going on; he thought it was the bee's knees whenever I'd say "think goose!". He'd follow me around saying "duck!" just to get me to say "goose" in this funny voice. Then he reversed it, he'd wait for me to say "duck" so he could be all "GOOSH". IT WAS KIND OF CUTE, I dunno.

Bonding with babies and listening to dance music all weekend, FEELS GOOD MAN.

Yeesh. Just when I think I've fallen into a rut of doing nothing, I suddenly have a whole week's worth of stuff.

Life's been alright, mostly, since Muff died. It is SO so weird to think that it's been six whole weeks since we had him put down. It still doesn't feel quite like he's gone, I don't know. I mean, I have his ashes and all but it still feels like I might see him around at some point. Speaking of ash, Ash is rather lonely. He's been very clingy lately and will often follow you from room to room and cry. He used to be such a quiet cat so hearing him whine when he's left alone is kind of sad. We're looking to get another cat, though; a little girl kitten to keep him company. Greta's been hitting me up with the name of the cattery where she got her Oscar after her old cat Thomas died, and they look like a very nice place so I'll probably inquire there.

I've been meaning to get a job, too. I did some work at my dad's office a few weeks ago, some filing and data entry and stuff and, although it was boring, earning money is a swell feeling. And I got a LOT for two day's work, which is why I'm looking around. Well, I WILl be. I'll fill out some resumés on Sunday or Monday or something, see how that goes.

Things have been hella busy lately, tell you what! On Monday, I went over to Victoria's place for a movie and booze night which included plenty of the former and I didn't really dabble in the latter. It's good to spend time with the galpals, and I'll be doing that again on Saturday. It's Nadine's 19th and we're going to some... club. To do things. It's a Christmas in July theme, I don't even know. But it'll be fun, even if clubs aren't my scene at all. Steph'll be there and she's less of a club person than I am so we can just keep ourselves company, hah.

I took Rory and his friend to see Pink yesterday. It was his first concert, which was kinda cool seeing as how my first concert was Pink, too. She puts on an incredible show, tell you what. The opening band were Evermore and they were much better than the opening band for last time. But yeah, her Funhouse show was incredible -- great music, awesome lights and costumes, a great shebang!

Also, I went to Avenue Q tonight and aaaah. It was awesome, seriously. MUCH LOVE, much love, I say! I snuck a photo of the set before the show started, hurhur :B It was great, though -- I have a renewed taste for all the songs and the show itself was really laugh-out-loud funny. The puppeteers were incredible, too; they acted along with their puppets instead of standing there (which is what I was somewhat expecting), and yeah. I found it oddly cool how the male puppeteers somewhat represesnted their puppets, as well. The guy doing the voice of clean-cut Princeton and Rod had a sensible haircut and was kind of weedy, which suited the characters. And the guy doing Nicky and Trekkie was a bit rougher, had longish hair and a bit of stubble... it was cool. I DUNNO, I liked that for I am lame. But yeah, it was an incredible show. When they did The Money Song, they actually passed around a hat (someone put in a two-hour train ticket with two minutes left, hah) and had some of the puppeteers with their puppets run down the aisle and beg people for cash. A lady got her back picked up by Princeton and, since I had an aisle seat, I had Nicky/a lady holding his hands out at me, hur. BUT YES, all in all a very enjoyable show! I'd like to go see it again, but alas!

Aaanyway, I am most exhausted so I'm going to go collapse into bed and enjoy my rest day tomorrow before I have to party hardy on Saturday, blah.

Stay classy!

Today's events and thoughts in Tweet-form!

• 17:03 It's time
• 17:53 R.I.P. Muff -- 1998 - 2OO9
• 17:55 I feel better now (: No pain anymore

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Today, at roughly 5:30PM, we put Muff to sleep.

I made the decision earlier this morning; he showed no interest at all in his food and when he opened his mouth, his tongue was quite swollen and purple. He could barely eat, he couldn't drink, and cleaning himself was an impossibility. It was simply cruel to try and keep him alive; my mum initially thought we should wait until Tuesday but I didn't want him starving all over the long weekend. So that's that.

Muff spent the whole day sitting outside, following a patch of sunlight across the garden. He came in eventually and I cleaned him up as much as possible, then we took him to the vet.

I envisioned that scenario multiple times; I always thought it would be just my mother and I trying to hold back tears. In actuality, my entire family was there (yes, dad and Rory too!) and all of us were shedding tears unabashed. I really appreciated having everyone there, it really made things easier.

He went really quickly, less than ten seconds and he was out. I was glad it was so quick; he's been through so much these past five weeks that a swift, painless death would be the best thing for him.

It's taking a little while to sink in because I keep feeling his essence still around. Like, I'll walk down the hall and see him crouched there, or I'll be in the bathroom when he pops his head in to say 'hi'. But I do understand that he's gone, and I'm going to miss him so so much. He was my best friend for eleven whole years; there was not one moment that I felt anything but pure affection for him. It was hard to let him go, but it's for the best.

I'm feeling a little drained right now, but I know I'm going to be okay. Sometime this week, I'll put up a photopost showcasing the Best of Muff, haha~ He was such a brilliant cat; if I could upload him to the internet for everyone to enjoy, I would do so in a heartbeat. But alas!

Anyway, thanks for all the support you've been giving me lately <3 I appreciate it more than words can express! You're all so brilliant, thank you so much <3

R.I.P
Muff
Always and forever my baby-meow
1998 -- 2009

BUSY COUPLE OF WEEKS O:

First off, I finished uni for the semester on Friday. MAN, the last four months have just flown past, seriously. It seems like just yesterday I was figuring out train schedules, ah. Anyway, I've got a couple of exams in June but aside from that, things are going smoothly. I'm going to miss my lecture friends, though. We didn't get well accquainted enough to exchange phone numbers and/or email addresses, ah. Although I know for a fact that I'll be in a lecture or two with MY GOOD BUDDY LACHLAN. Haha, MAN he is kickarse. Last Tuesday, we sang Schadenfreude from Avenue Q all the way to the station, just BELTING IT OUT and that was followed by Everyone's A Little Bit Racist. We then moved on to If You Were Gay, which included me singing "hey, guess what? I'm gay!" at some dude on the platform :B We got about halfway into The Internet Is For Porn before his train came. BUT YEAH awesome times. Schadenfreude was incredible -- that was the only one we knew all the lyrics flawlessly for. Man, kickarse!

As for my kitty, he passed the three-week mark on Friday and he's still going strong! The vet thought he wouldn't last five days but HAHAHA WHO'S THE VET NOW

And, remember how my brother ran into some trouble down on the ol' steam engine? Apparently they've already caught two of the culprits and are planning on getting them to identify the others O: FEEL THE SWIFT HAND OF JUSTICE.

And today I saw Star Trek. IT WAS REALLY REALLY COOL okay :D My mother, a Trekkie, was very pleased and the results and was pleased that they didn't "go stupid with special effects". So yeah, it was very enjoyable! My inner Trekkie has been awoken and it craves MORE.

Also today, I camped out with Victoria for a little while for AC/DC tickets! She had set up a chair outside the local newsagent and was first in line, haha! When I got there at about quarter to nine this evening, there was about fifteen people lined up behind her. One guy was reading all these magazines like Ralph and Zoo and whatnot, SOFTCORE PORN RAGS, and was pulling all these hilarious expressions, haha! Anyway, I hung around with her for about four hours -- we went down to the primary school and mucked around on the equipment, telling each other freaky stories and whatnot. Then we hopped in her car and drove down to Macca's and got some chips, singing AC/DC's THUNDERSTRUCK into the intercom at the drive-thru :B Man, I wish I had the money to go to AC/DC, they just rock! Anyway, we had a good time and a good old catch-up! Camping out for tickets is absurdly fun, haha! My mum brought us some hot chocolate (aaw!) and a bogan-like guy and his girlfriend were hanging around all like "man, are youse waiting for Acca-Dacca tickets?" "You gotta be shittin' me!" The guy told us that he "threw all my tickets in the bin in '96!" and "they'd get thrown in the bin if I got 'em!" And the girl apparently 'knew' one of them and was talking about all of us paying top dollar or something... I DUNNO they were funny :B

Anyway, I am most exhausted and going to collapse in bed. Live long, prosper, and for those about to rock, I salute you.

BUT WAIT FINALLY! Last thing, I gotta share this:

I WANT IT.

YOU KNOW Pokémon Platinum has just been eating my life lately.

I've been doing that THING where I assign ridiculously detailed personalities and backgrounds to my Pokés but now more than ever am I getting the urge to WRITE IT ALL DOWN.

OR MAKE A COMIC OF IT or something.

I DUNNO one of these days...

MORAL OF THE STORY IS play Pokémon and we can like trade or something I can write you some funny mail come on it will be great we'll have a good time!

Spot Review of: 30 Rock
By: my mum

"I don't get these shows where everyone has to act like... like blingwads. I mean, they're all dorks; there's this dork, and that dork, and the funny dork, and... it's like all the actors have been stolen and replaced with flailing muppets from Planet What-The-Hell."


_{"Mum, what the hell is a blingwad?"
"It's one of those... you know."
"No, I don't."
"You know, I can't be hip and drive the car at the same time!"}

I'm not fond of meeting new people, unless they're people I'll never see again. I'd rather NOT meet a friend's cousins, but if some cokehead comes up to me and starts chatting... HELLS YEAH.

Seriously, I was waiting to catch the train home when this chick dressed in... well, interesting attire comes up and checks the train times. And, naturally, she strikes up a conversation with little ol' me. She asks me what Richmond (the suburb we're in) is like, what the spots to avoid are, then when I told her I didn't really know, she tells me she has a "sixth sense for those kinds of spots, y'know, Drongo Central. I can tell when drongos are around.".

She tells me about this party that she's going to with her friends and how all the trains and trams are doing her head in, and when I said "once you get used to going in and out of the city, it becomes second nature" she cuts in with "oh, mate, I've been around the city!" According to her, Lygon Street is "real classy, you won't run into trouble there" but Bourke Street at night "is a place where you really gotta hold on to your snatch".

I don't know if she noticed my Support Gay Marriage badge or not, but she started talking about her friend who was "really like a full-on gay". Whom she has "done the cunny with, you know?". I assumed she meant cunnilingus. She tells me that her aunt and her mother think she's better off not associating with "thems kinds of people" because "if you're too emotionally dependant on 'em you could end up being a bit that way yourself". She tells me that's how she got to 'do the cunny' with her friend; "I was really emotional which happens 'cause I do a lot of blow". Before I can respond, she continues "my friend did too, that's why she sleeps with too many girls. I don't know how you can sleep with TOO many girls because... Jee-zuz, girls can be dynamite, yanno? But she thinks she sleeps with too many 'cause she's coked up. I don't even know, it's like having too much air or something. ... I prefer dudes but the same thing applies, you can never have too much of either. You know?"

In about five minutes, I found out more about this chick than I ever would have dared to ask.
She had this weird kind of wisdom about her, I have no idea how to describe it.
She could have taught me much but alas, my train came and we thumbs-upped each other as a goodbye salute.

Dear Strange Blue-and-Pink Outfit Lady;
I barely knew you but you were extremely interesting.
Just for you, I'll hold onto my snatch when I go down Bourke Street at night.
ROCK ON.

It's kind of funny to think about; a week ago I was seriously thinking that my cat would have been put down by now.

Muff's doing REALLY well, which pleases me to no end. He's still sleeping, going outside, being stupid, and so on and he can still eat by himself (albeit with some struggle). If we cut his food into really little pices, he can pick them up but it's easier to just sit him down and put wet food in a syringe. He's become really good with syringe feedings; he just sits there and opens his mouth which makes a VAST change from last week. Both mum and I had to hold him down and open his mouth in order to get food into him. These days, he's as calm as a lamb. Of course, I'm still thinking of our time left together in weeks but I'm a lot more optimistic than I was when I first got the news. Keep wishing us well! <3

And in a little bit of non-kitty news, I was thinking of doing another COOKING ADVENTURE sometime this week. Just for something to do, yanno -- aside from uni, I barely do jack. SO that'll be fun!

SO YEAH here's hoping for a good week~

Today's events and thoughts in Tweet-form!

• 05:10 I have reached the so-sick-I'm-delerious-and-shivering-stage and all my hallucinations are about Pokemon. Am texting to keep sane
• 05:13 If I don't come home it's because my catchratio w/ poison factor is greater than the sum of my and whem. I'm in the SAFARI WZONE notmaki ...
• 05:16 Why iós my phne siowing me legend of the dogfaced woman and a'm dea
• 05:16 f? No snund!
• 05:17 Going to bed where nts d mdmd
• 05:17 Going to bed where nts d mdmd IF I DIE I WAS POISON
• 08:43 GUESS WHO LIVED THROUGH THE NIGHT :D :D :D Take that FLU.
• 08:44 The meaning behind hallucinations: they were moulding me into various shapes to be part of some big machine, The Bigger Picture. MAKES SENSE

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Derp derp. SOME GOOD NEWS O:

Muff's doing well! He's becoming very accepting of his food-syringes and will just sit there as you squirt them into his mouth. Messy, but as least we can feed him! And he's pretty much acting like his normal self; whining, stalking Ash, sleeping in strange places... so all is well!

And last night, for the first time since late February, I met up with the GALPALS. Well, just Victoria and Nadine -- Greta couldn't make it due to work. DAMN HER AND HER MONEY. But yes, we met up at Nadine's house, took a train into the city and went to Odeon which is where we went last time for Victoria's birthday. But before we even got there, we had to play Twenty Questions with this drunk guy. Well, he asked US twenty questions. And they were all the same one. "Which way do I have to go to get to Caulfield? This train goes to Caulfield? Okay, 'cause I need to go to McKinnon. Is this train going to Caulfield? I need to show youse somethin', this goes to Caulfield? Okay, I need to change at Caulfield... this train goes to Calfield, right?" Dhrrr. Annoying!

But we had fun UP IN TH' CLUB. Got there about 11:30PM, had a drank, then grooved until the live band came. Same band as last time, Adam 12, and they were great! It was quite an amusing evening; while Adam 12 was playing, some chick got up on the stage and was dancing with the security guard as he tried to pull her off, hah. And these three chicks in front of us, these FAUXBIANS, were totally grinding against each other and boob grabbing right in front of us. And then, when some guy with a bigarse camera came around to take their picture, I stuck my face in (: When that guy checks his photos out, he's going to find one of three girls standing around posing, and one chick with a big "8>" face in the background. Hurhurhur, I'm such a jerk :B

I had a good time, though. My shoes totally shredded my feet, though, and now they are MORE BLISTER THAN FOOT. Ugh. But hey, the dancing was great! No touchy-feeling drunk dudes trying to drag us around like last time, although a guy did try to get Nadine's number. He was dancing with her for a bit, and he would've been around thirty, and then followed us around a bit |: When we went off the dance floor to get drinks, he followed us and was just sort of... standing there. But Nadine was all "OH I HAS BOYF lol sry" and he shook our hands in defeat and went off. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, CLUBGUY (:

Butyeah. Got home at about 3AM and went straight to bed, pretty much! All in all, not a bad evening. I didn't mind Odeon as much as last time -- I think my shoes, while painful, were marginally better than the ones I wore previously. THAT and no drunk guys trying to grab my hand and pull me around. No one touched me this time, apart from the accidental bump I got while groovin'. I defended my dance turf like a pro, dammit.

Anyway. HAVE SOMETHING that's been stuck in my head for the past few days! 8)

The vet called this morning and confirmed that it was a carcinoma. Inoperable, too -- they wouldn't be able to remove it without taking off half his face, and it's on the move anyway. She's given him an antibiotic that should last two weeks but once that wears off, the cancer will get into his bloodstream and so on, so forth.

We've developed a method of feeding him via syringe which he actually quite enjoys because he can neither scoop food up with his tongue or chew very efficiently, so we're just going to continue with that until he's unable to do that anymore. Then we'll see.

I'm feeling a little upset, but not as useless anymore. I think the main problem was that he was starving hungry and I couldn't feed him, until my mum shoved wet food into a syringe. So we're not feeling as useless about the whole thing; we'll keep feeding him every day until his time comes.

Personally, I'm praying for some kind of miracle remission or a case where it just stays there but... pipe dreams, eh? Anyway.

Wish us all luck!

Today's events and thoughts in Tweet-form!

• 07:14 I finally found something that sums up my feelings on swine flu PERFECTLY: www.pown.it/265?r=338465
• 18:20 Muff's got cancer.
• 02:27 Utterly elated! Finally found a way to succesfully feed my babymeow. We're not licked yet!!

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So, um.

In March, my beloved cat of eleven years, Muff, started drooling. Not just happytime drool, he'd drool while he was sleeping, and recently it just started happening all the time. It was rare to see him NOT drooling. He had also been losing weight around his hindquaters; he's always had a really fat arse but as of late it just vanished. So, three weeks ago, we took him to the vet. Our vet gave him a good check-up, checked his gums and teeth, but couldn't see anything so he came home.

He didn't seem to be getting any better, but thankfully he wasn't getting any worse. That is, until a few days ago when I saw him trying to claw at something inside his mouth. He punctured something in there and it started bleeding, so we went back to the vet. The vet took a look underneath his tongue and there was a large ulcer-like thing. So, he was kept overnight for observation and they were going to sedate him and check it out the next day.

Yesterday, I got a call from the vet. She was saying that they couldn't find any foreign bodies or wounds that would have caused infections in his mouth, and she suggested that it would probably be squamous cell carcinoma -- a common cancer found in cats. She said she'd do a biopsy to confirm, but if it was a carcioma then, because it had become aggressive, the life expectancy wouldn't be great. She told us we'd have the results on Monday.

Today, we went to pick Muff up. The assistant looked over at the screen and said "yes, it's a carcinoma". Naturally, this threw my mother and myself. Apparently they had got the results back earlier than expected. The vet's going to give us a call tomorrow morning to discuss our options, but my mother was saying that she had already been told that putting Muff to sleep sooner rather than later would be the best option.

She suggested a week. I scoffed, saying "well, we'll just see!" but tonight, seeing him struggle to eat and drink thanks to his infected mouth...

I really think it would be cruel to keep him around for much longer.

He's dehydrated and hungry but he can't eat a lot thanks to his mouth and I really don't want him to suffer much more. I've been trying not to think about it, because I had such high hopes, and my mother suggested that the assistant might have gotten it wrong but... as much as I'd like to believe that, he's STILL got something in his mouth that's impairing his food and drink intake.

He's my baby, and I really really don't want to let him go. He was meant to live until he was at least fifteen. I didn't want him to go like this, slowly starving to death.

Tomorrow, the vet will give us our options but if it's serious then he probably won't last the week.

I don't really know how to end this.
I just feel like rewinding the clock back to a time where this didn't matter anymore.

GUYS GUYS GUYS

Okay, every year there's the Melbourne International Comedy Gala which is a big gala of international comedians. NO DUH. Anyway, comedians come from all over the globe and locally to put on their shows and my cousin was one of them! I don't know how many of you know, but my cousin is an up-and-comer in the comedic circuit and she is really going well!

Why do I think that? Because, she won this year's The Age Critics' Award! Eeee~ And only a few years ago did she win the Comedy Gala's Best Raw Recruit, ahaha. I'M JUST SO PROUD ;__;

Anyway, don't take my word for it -- see for yourself!