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06 October 2014 @ 10:51 pm
KItten of EVIL  
It was a long weekend in Sydney. On the Saturday we went on a little night-time bushwalk with friends in the mountains to a glowworm cave, which was nothing short of delightful. It was particularly good to see how physically adept most of the kids in the group were and how open to Odd Things in the Outdoors. The one who wasn't was actively helped along by some of the others, which was lovely.

Yesterday, the rugby league team we sort of support (we don't really follow league, but they are Erskineville locals and were always so lovely when they were training at the oval or grabbing a kebab that we started to watch their games and cheer for them) won the premiership for the first time in 43 years. Their opponents were enormous, one of them looked like a polar bear, and for the first 65 or so minutes of the game it was very scary and could have gone either way. And then in the last quarter hour, the Rabbitohs went from securing the lead to streaming away to 'Chaps, are you still playing? The game is still on, you know.' I may have cheered quite loudly, which made this morning a little awkward when I realised my neighbours had bedecked their house with flags for the opposing, losing team.

They're still going to like us more than the previous person who lived here, he was a bastard.

Today I was catching up on the gardening. One of the biggest jobs was laying new pavers in the front yard, where there was originally a muddy path and where we've been making do with slabs of sandstone I just plonked down when we moved in.

Mr Brammers said that he was going out the back to read a book and let the cats have some outdoors time. I told him to keep an eye on the cats, as Rusketus had been eyeing off the Catproofing, looking for ways to thwart our efforts. Some half hour later I could hear a little chirruping miaow. I looked around and could see nothing. 'Have you got the cats?' I called down the side passage. 'It's fine,' came the reply.

I went back to digging in the concrete-like ground (the WORST soil: building waste, stones, cinders in one bit. HOW?! And full of onion weed …) and then heard the same sound. I looked up to see Ruus with his tail straight and high (the position that says 'I am cleverer than my humans! Hurrah!') trotting across the front garden towards the gate.

He had slipped through the catproofing at the side of the house, trotted down the passage to the gap under the neighbour's fence, squirmed through, made his way down to the front where he could hear me and offer commentary on my work, then squirmed through another gap to return to our garden.

The good news is that he does come when called, and since I had just dug a hole, things were relevant to his interests. He was extremely offended to be returned to the indoors. This was his face:
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I suspect he is plotting my death. It will probably involve divebombing from the shelves beside the bed, and occur around 5am.
 
 
 
Hueyphoenixacid on October 6th, 2014 11:59 am (UTC)
I'd so love to see the insides of a glowworm cave! Also, omg Ruus' face is so adorable.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 6th, 2014 12:14 pm (UTC)
It is his 'I hate you. I kill you later!' face.

Glowworm cave was more of an overhang than a proper cave, but it was very cool: like a constellation of stars, but inside. We got tired of standing while the kids were running around scaring the glowworms and the yabby in the pool nearby, so sat on a fallen tree nearby. After a minute of sitting there, watching the waterfall spill over the lip of the cave, we noticed a light blinking in a tree. One of the glowworms had struck out for freedom! I said the blinking was actually the leaves of the tree moving across the glowworm's position. Mr B said it was morse code for 'Help me! I can't get back!'
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Loyaulte Me Lie: tell shocolateshocolate on October 6th, 2014 12:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, that face! I love your cat, he is ridiculous.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 6th, 2014 12:15 pm (UTC)
He really is! And he could sulk for Feline Kind!
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ecosopherecosopher on October 6th, 2014 12:38 pm (UTC)
Haha :D Banjo has that very same face (and is also a tabby).
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 6th, 2014 12:45 pm (UTC)
A boy tabby? One of my friends warned me that boy tabbys were to mischief what girl torties are to naughty, I, fool that I am, said 'Fie! to your stereotypes! I am a kitten whisperer! My kitties are all calm and well adjusted, if slightly tricksy and hilarious …'

So wrong. So very wrong.
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i can see your house from herewho_la_hoop on October 6th, 2014 01:52 pm (UTC)
Ahahahahaha, your kitty is going to kill you, I fear.
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blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 7th, 2014 10:16 am (UTC)
He has a GENIUS for escaping! In a previous life he was either a British POW or Ronnie Biggs… Or that chap from Papillon!
Chiara Castelnuovo-McKenziecmcmck on October 6th, 2014 03:20 pm (UTC)
If looks could kill..........:o)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 7th, 2014 10:20 am (UTC)
I would regularly require a defibrilator! He has three major looks: 'I love you!' 'I sleepy!' or 'I KILL YOU!!' The death look often follows directly on from the love look and can mean 'I kill your hand, for it is evil, but I love the rest of you!' He is a conflicted little fellow.
Susan: kurtlil_shepherd on October 6th, 2014 06:50 pm (UTC)
He really is lovely. And what a personality!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 7th, 2014 10:23 am (UTC)
He is a darling. A teeny bit possessed by Satan, but delightful nonetheless!

I have always wanted a cat that looks exactly like the one in your icon, you know. And a small country to rule. Every official photograph would involve the cat.

Now that I think on it, it wouldn't be that hard to become Prime Minister of New Zealand …
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Jae: Crazy cat ladyenchanted_jae on October 7th, 2014 12:38 am (UTC)
*howls with laughter*

I swear, Rusketus and Pickles are cut from the same cloth. When Pickles is thwarted in any evil endeavor, he literally squawks in outrage. OMGuh, so funny!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 7th, 2014 10:25 am (UTC)
I think they were separated at birth. Ruus has a little quack he makes whenever I stop him killing lizards. He is unfortunately good at catching them, though he generally just holds them in his mouth and doesn't fang them, so they can be rescued. I am having to redo the back garden to provide lizard refuges!
Azure Jane Lunaticazurelunatic on October 7th, 2014 08:57 am (UTC)
That is an impressive glare!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 7th, 2014 10:34 am (UTC)
He is the Veruca Salt of kittens!