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Nasty Lasty

Good morning everyone, Friday again and freezing in good old Durban. Today is the last day at my current job and after that I am officially unemployed. So glad the weekend is here because I haven’t had a party in ages.

Well enough chit chat for now, here’s your weekly dose of funny:




  A woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day.

  One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.


  As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, ‘You know what?  ‘You have been with me all through the bad times.  When I got fired, you were there to support me.  When my business failed, you were there.  When I got shot, you were by my side.

  When we lost the house, you stayed right here.  When my health started failing, you were still by my side… You know what Martha?’


  ‘What dear?’ she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.


  ‘I’m beginning to think you’re bad luck…



Ashton cat, I love you.

Do you know him? I did, and in my own way I loved him very deeply. From the day, in August 2009, that he came into my life, in a little box from the pet store, I knew I was fighting a loosing battle saying that he wasn’t mine.

My daughter and my friend had taken it upon themselves to go and buy a kitten without asking me first and my friend had had it microchipped and bought every kind of toy, food, bed and basket available on the market for this kitten. Total bill: R7600. What could I do ? I had to allow for space in my home for him.

Big boys don't like kisses mom

He was the scrawniest kitten I’d ever seen and always had a runny tummy, I went through 12 different foods before finding one that suited his tummy, we went to vet after vet. Eventually after about four months and half a fortune he settled down into being a healthy kitten.

But he thought he was mine…

If I bathed he was on my chest, if I tried to sleep in he’d lie on me and stare at me until I woke up. He had a special meaow which was reserved for me only. Whenever I left the house he would try to follow me or sit at the door crying until I came back.

But he wasn’t my cat. Damn cat.

I knew him better than anyone and he took my bitching and always looked at me with those oversized eyes as if to say “I understand”. We had a strange relationship. I couldn’t admit I love him but he knew I did. He was just the crazy cat.

The night before Christmas last year we had just moved and Ashton wasn’t very happy with the move, when I tried to pick him up he growled at me and I realised there was something else wrong. So at 9.30pm on Christmas eve we rushed off to the emergency vet to have him seen to.

He had a blocked bladder and we were lucky that once they had drained it he was fine again. Apparently with the stress of the move and the litter box being moved he’d decided to pinch and that had caused the blockage. I was so relieved. He was up and about on Christmas morning and very happy to find catnip biscuits and dried sardines in this stocking.

Ashton on Christmas morning - still a little weak

This past week he started looking depressed again and on Friday night he started vomiting. On Saturday 23 July 2011,  Ashton got put to sleep due to renal failure. My heart was broken, turns out that the little kitten with the upset tummy was probably born with kidney problems and was lucky to have lived for 2 years.

I know I moaned and groaned at him all the time and called him crazy cat, I know that I bitched and complained whenever I had to take him off my feet in the middle of the night so that I could roll over in my bed, I know that I kept telling him that he’s a big boy and needs to move in with my daughter now, but in all reality, he was my cat and I adored him.

When we took turns hugging him and kissing him good-bye he hung his head in sorrow and I think he knew it was good-bye. He watched as the vet trimmed his hair and stuck the needle in and then looked at me and gave me one final wink and closed his eyes as though preparing for the end, it was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life,  holding him and watching the life drain out of him.

I love you Ashton and I hope you knew that when you died. I miss you.

Ashton on a good day – bad pic though..

Nashua Mobile sent me a bill of R 120 000 for a R39 data contract in one month

This is a very interesting blog I found that I think might be worth following.


Go have a look and let’s see what happens….

Do you know him???

First thing in the morning you find him cuddled up to you, taking most of the space on your bed. As soon as you are awake – even before your eyes open – he starts wanting your affection and attention, pushing his way into your arms.

When finally you realize that you are not going to be left in peace and drag yourself from bed – he jumps up and leads the way to the kitchen – demanding food. It’s a mad commotion trying to get from drawers to fridge to cupboards in an effort to get his food prepared while all the while tripping over him.

Finally with his breakfast served and him quietly enjoying the feast, you have a few minutes to yourself. Dash back to the bedroom get showered and dressed and prepare for the long day ahead. Back in the kitchen you prepare your own breakfast which you’ll probably be conned into sharing with him.

Breakfast over and dishes done you walk through to the tv room to find him sprawled out on the couch in the sun, getting ready for a morning of relaxation while you got off to the shops.

Returning from the store he passes you in the doorway. “Where are you off to?” you ask, only to be given a backward glance and a look that says “none of your business.”  After spending the day doing a multitude of tasks around the house, you start preparing dinner.

It is getting dark out and you know that very soon now he will be home, hungry and impatient.

You go through the motions automatically; dishing the food into his bowl and setting it out for him to eat. You then go over to the door to greet him as he silently walks right past you and straight to his food.

As you stand in the doorway watching him eat you realize that no matter how he treats you, you will always love that cat!!


Gee my whole life has been about honesty and loyalty and monogamy.  These days I find that honesty and loyalty don’t necessarily mean monogamy. You can loyally sleep with a person knowing they are honestly in an open relationship.

I don’t have the patience to maintain a relationship anymore; I don’t have the inclination to give up little parts of myself in order to accommodate a full time partner. I stick to one partner and I will never cheat. Honesty still is the top factor required for any relationship to work but as long as the people involved in an open relationship know that they are in an open relationship then I don’t see the problem with it.

I personally could never be in an open relationship but if you can then I will support you wholeheartedly. I am single but not easy and if you happen to have the one piece of steak worthy of a nibble and have no appetite then I am certainly NOT going to let it go to waste.

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