Thursday 6 August 2009

HeShe Sushi!

Its all go at the moment. Blob has finally re populated the sushi bar - Oh Happy Day!

There's little Crispin - hes the oldest surviving fishy. He's grey with a short fan tail, kind of dapper in a fishy kind of way.

Then came Talulah - shes something special - she is what is called a Sarassa Comet - long and streamlined, red on the top and white on the bottom.

Third came Oliver - hes a bit of a fancy fantail with such a long flowing tail it keeps appearing places before he does. Awfully pedigree and in bred, so somewhat stupid.

Finally, came Algernon - hes a little loachy type of fish and sticks to the floor, the plants or the edge of the tank and eats Algae, so kind of the cleaning staff, well thats what Oliver thinks (he is such a snob its not true, but thats pedigree for you).

All was going well, they are all healthy and happy and Blob was elated. If shes happy she feeds me more!

However, she came home the other night and was extremely concerned that Talulah had turned bad and was chasing Crispin and Oliver mercilessly around the tank and trying to eat their tails.

I have to admit, watching fish chasing eachother round and round the tank, flicking their little fins and glistening in the light really does it for me, but Blob wasn't having it.

She spent hours on the internet researching prominent ridges on the abdomen and something called 'outy bottoms'.

Finally, she came to the scientific conclusion that Oliver and Crispin are girls and the lovely Talulah is a boy. Not sure about Algernon - but he is the cleaner and he only comes out at night so he doesn't count.

I am now watching with great interest because if Talulah has her/his way and it doesn't appear that Oliver and Crispin have much choice, there could well be more sushi on the way!

Result!

Bob

Sutton Who?

Yet more drivel from Blob about where she went on holiday - do I look like I care? I would perhaps have cared had she taken me - but she didn't - so I don't.

Anyway, on the way home she took a detour around Suffolk and went to see some attraction where there were loads of dead bodies. (Dead things have never particularly had much appeal to me - they dont move - although there was that one time i tried to get a road kill squirrel through the cat flap - but that is another story (I will say however that Blob wasn't terribly impressed - she was meant to think i had caught it but apparently the tyre tracks gave it away!)

Apparently the dead bodies have been buried in Sutton Hoo for ages, at least since last Wednesday, and they were found in a huge mound. I would tend to bury other things in a large mound of earth, but blobs are strange creatures.

Although most of what was found in the mound was exhibited in the museum, they had left one of them for people to find which I find very sensible indeed. I'm always leaving dead things for Blob to find and she loves finding them.











To be honest, theres normally considerably more left of the dead things I leave lying around, but these were left so long ago I guess they hadn't quite got the hang of it yet.

I'm now going to find some live things so i can leave dead things for Blob. I never cease in my efforts to please her despite the fact she didn't take me on holiday.

Bob

Bewilderwood

Back again!

One of the things Blob kept going on about when she came back from her holiday (that's the one she took without me lest anyone forget), is this thing called Bewilderwood.

Apparently it is quite brilliant from concept through delivery and she thinks everyone should go there at some point (not me evidently or she would have taken me with her on holiday - not that i'm bitter).

It is a theme park with a difference in that there are no machines or rides or water flumes, but it is a green place inhabited with faerie folk of different types. They live in the trees and make rope bridges and have adventures
as detailed in two books that have been written to accompany the park.


Blobs favourite bit apparently was the den making area. In her words, "Sod Health and Safety - its just a huge area with plenty of trees and loads of branches and logs. The kids run riot building themselves dens and even I, as a vaguely responsible adult crushed my finger quite badly but who cares! Thats what happens when you make a great den."

The website, should any of you be as weird as my Blob is www.bewilderwood.co.uk. Worth a look and if you ever go to the Norfolk Broads, then it is apparently an essential part of your holiday.

Thats Blobs opinion anyway but she is a bit odd. Her final words on the subject were, "The only thing that spoiled it for me were all the kids!"

All I can say on the matter is that I wonder if Faerie Folk flutter about in an attractive way, or rustle through the undergrowth in an inviting manner and most importantly what do they taste like?

I think I'll go and watch the sushi swim round the tank now!

Bob

I'm still allive!!!!

Yes, I'm still here dispite the fact that Blob has been heartlessly neglecting me. Not only did she go away for an eternity on holiday but she has been playing mindless computer games for hours on end which meant that a) she completely omitted to love and feed me and b) wouldn't let me on the computer.

But at last I have managed to sneak a few minutes online to give you an update on life with Blob.

At the beginning of June she went away. She filled her car so full of stuff for "Camping" (What ever that is) that she obviously didn't notice that i wasn't there. So I spent a miserable week at home with the other blob who hurled food in my direction twice a day and wouldn't let me sleep with her. Cow!

Blob on the other hand apparently had a ball. She did something called "pitching a tent", slept in a sleeping bag (thats like sleeping inside the duvet apparently), cycled a lot and drank lots of beer (thats something I am only too familiar with - I mean, i'm not suggesting shes an old soak, but she manages to fill the recycling bin every week - enough said?).

Lets face it, she could of done that without going anywhere!

These are the pictures she showed me (like I was going to be
interested!)
Apparently she cycled 174 miles during the course of the week!

To be honest, i'm not sure why she told me - i'm not impressed and i'm not even sure that I believe her! She didn't come back thin or anything!

Need a kip now - its hard work being a cat!

Bob