Update from the Master of the CS-Household (the cat)

Well, there has been plenty going on around here in the past few weeks. Eversince CS & OX returned from Austria, they have been re-working the back yard, running a full work schedule and received my most, newest favorite spot in the house: A new sofa. Soooo comfy! Just look at me. Zzzzzzz!

I'll start with the latter. What do you think? Like it? I love it!! Mostly because it's not as high as the blue sofa set and eases my jumping up (I'm a mature cat, remember?). Then, it's sand coloured and lightens up the living room (and makes my shedded hair more apparent, but they knew that would happen).



For their comfort, they opted for adjustable backrests. Then they have bought this awsome extra seating that you can add and make a double-cuddle corner and just lounge around on. Nothing better than to relax with a fine human body (a fine glass of wine and a loving cat for them) and enjoy a good movie (nap for me). Just see how tiny I look on that huge thing!

We're all very happy with our choice.


Now to the garden. One things OX and CS did was to plant a few more flowers and elevated them a bit on tiles and "feet" to keep the many slugs we have here from devouring the plants.


They also elevated and refilled the corner where the box trees with anthracite grit to give a contrast to new the pots, and closed it with wooden 1x4's. This photo was taken yesterday and they trimmed the buggers only 2 weeks ago! I think they need a haircut again, no? Anyway, both oleanders are doing well, but it will take another few weeks for them to flower. Pictures will follow as soon as they do.




My humans also added three bamboo trees that were set into the old pots and placed at the end of the garden. The sound of the wind softly gushing though them makes my fur stand up. I think they like it, too!





The rhododendron are in full bloom and make me purr every time I pass them. Aren't they beautiful?




Last but not least, CS was given this magnificent bouquet of flowers for her help (see last week's post) with the organization of an international, double department company meeting. She was only deputizing a colleague a week before, so she was pretty baffled when the flowers were given to her, too. The bouquet was so big that OX had to pick her up from work because it was so heavy. What an honour!


All I can say in the name of our household is "Life is good". Let's keep it that way. Last year was more shit than one (or two) could handle. Time for a change, right? As they say in French:"Après la pluie, le beau temps" (After the rain, the sun will shine.)

We have other good new, but that will have to wait until the next post.

Loving purrs to you all,

Dale, the Master of the House

Who said you needed sport to stay fit?

This weekend, Orange-X drove to Holland to see his daughter before Christmas and that left me alone at home and busy as a bee. Of course, I could have gone with him, but since we only have the weekends to really prepare for Ma and Pa's visit over Christmas, I decided to stay here and take care of a few things. Plus, the older he gets, the more it stresses Dale when we both leave.

On Saturday, O-X woke me up at 6:20 am so that I could at least enjoy a coffee and a short chat (as far as my brain works at that time of day!) with him before he left for a 6 hour drive. I was thinking of going back top bed, but decided otherwise. I went through a few blogs, had 2 more coffees and by 9 am, I was already washing our drapes and looking through our Christmas decorations. While the one set of drapes was in the machine, and armed with a bucket of vinegar water, a cloth and the wiper, I started cleaning the windows and the sills (heck, why didn't I do the walls, while I was at it!). In between washes, I vaccumed and hung up a few Christmas decorations and cleaned some more. My Mom gave me a call while I was doing the dining room windows. While my whole upper body was hanging out the window to clean the outside with the cloth in one hand and my Mom (the phone) in the other, people walking along the woods nearby stared at me, shaking their heads, probably thinking I was insane. I wish someone had taken pictures. It must have been a funny sight.

This past week, we've had quite a few stormy days and regular rain showers, so that whatever leaves were still left in the bushes left and right from our (15 m2) backyard, they were all scattered in our backyard. As a matter of fact, quite a few had found their way to the stairs that we use daily, leading to the courtyard and were dangerously wet and slippery. So today, I spent a good part of the afternoon in the garden picking up about 150 litres of wet(!) leaves that I carried out to the green recycling bin. To relieve my aching muscles from the unusual body movements (don't tell me you hang out the window once a week to clean, do you?), I decided to throw in a few washes.

I think I've done my share of exercise for the weekend and am now enjoying a nice glass of prosecco while listening to Christmas music. Uhm! What were weekends meant for again? Please, someone remind me?