Meet Parker

We have a small, furry, purry, pouncy, mischievous, green-eyed, ginger-ninja at our home.

Mmmm that would be AKA a kitten.

Cute Huh?!

What on earth are we doing with another cat in our home?  Well you may ask. We are asking the same question. There is a story, so grab a cuppa and sit back for a read and a giggle (or groan).

Our eldest daughter and her hubby went to youth group on Friday night as leaders. There was a bonfire on one of the other leaders property just outside of town. In the midst of the bonfire madness as only those who are familiar with the madness of high schoolers on a youth group outing can testify, a wet, muddy, hungry kitten came wandering in.!! What animal in its right mind would approach a groups of loud, crazed teens.

The cute little furry MUST have been very desperate.

Our girl loves cats and rescued the poor thing. Cleaned up and fed and watered, and fed and watered, and a little more food for good measures and one little purry kitty is safely loved.  First thing next morning our girl and her friend door-knocked the entire area with the kitten, now named PARKER trying to find his owner. No success. No one owns him or is claiming him.

Apart from being wet and very hungry, he has been well loved and cared for, toilet trained and well socialised. 

"Muuuuuum can you look after a kitten for a bit?  I want to keep him but can't." Living in a unit with a cat-hating hubby doesn't bode well for our daughter keeping the kitten.

Phone calls to RSPCA, Vets, city Pound yields nothing.
Notices up around the found area. 


The pound tells us they can't guarantee the kitten won't be put down if we surrender him.
They also tell us that it is officall two weeks of waiting to decide if an animal is claimed before we can decide to either keep him or offer him too someone else.

So for now we are the foster parents to a very sweet kitten.
Our other two teens are thrilled and have fallen in love with the little mischief-maker.
Eddie is still sulking and avoiding the baby.
Charlie is making nice and mothering the new baby after an initial period of coolness.

Oh and the word from the local council... we are legally able to keep three cats in our new area. Oh my.

The Big Four-Oh.

Since I last blogged we have moved house again. We didn't want to move again. Alas the lot of the tennant is that one doesn't have any say in things like home owners putting the house on the market.

When we moved into our house in Strathpine we had asked for a 12 month initial lease. We were told that they had a policy of offering only an initial six month lease but that the home owner wanted long term tennants. The house had been on the market for the previous three months. We were suspicious that the home owner wanted to lease for a short while and then try again to sell.

We were very clear about our desires for a long term tennancy.  The letting agent promised long term tenancy. It seems sadly true that a persons word counts for nothing. If its not in writing then it never existed. sigh.

Just three weeks after we had moved in, the chatty neighbour told us that she had spoken with the home owner when the "leased" sign went  up over the top of the "For Sale" sign. The home owner told our new neighbour that since the house hadn't sold she was going to let it for six months and then put it back on the market. !!!

That is not what we were told!

One could argue that the home owner had lied to the letting agent. Hmmm

So we were back to house hunting, packing, moving, unpacking and settling in.

Five days before my 42nd bithday we moved into the 40th house I have called home.  

Home Sweet Home - number 40.