neighbourhood cat watch.

our house is very popular with the local cats (we have three fluffybums inside).
this pretty lady has graced me with her presence the past two nights.
she is hungry, gobbling grits for two hours last night, and one hour tonight.
she is also a smudge/cuddle/playfight monster and a trying-to-get-in-the-house monster.
and i think she's pregnant? (her nipples are swollen and i can feel what i'm pretty sure is a cat-baby on the side of her belly)
+ tonight i noticed wetness around her nipples...she may be nesting!
i think i know what house she's from.
a house that has about $10k rudd-money worth of kids in it!
sadly enough, i think she may be the same cat from that house that gave birth to a litter in march.
people around here are too lazy and/or smacked-out to bother with desexing.
DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED, BLOG.

someone who came to me in similar circumstances is mister-mister-bovista! (aka majide, pictured below on the left)
he turned up one night and strolled right inside, acting like he'd lived here forever.
i begged to differ, but he was quite insistant.
after a two month stay, he moved in with my mother (it took two months to convince her), where he has stayed, now desexed, healthy, and smitten with my 10-yr-old sister.

BFF.

brand new purchase of the week.

BEHOLD MY GLORIOUS CRABBY AM/FM SHOWER RADIO.
14.99 @ kmart northland.
he has only actually fulfilled his true role as a shower radio twice.
i mostly carry him around the house so i can listen to grouse shit like derryn hinch on 3AW in my lounge room.
so he's a multi-room-dwelling crab radio.
hooray!

how kabuki moo finntonia spent 27/11/08.

an angry-looking play in the garden.

followed by a dip in the pool (I FINALLY CAUGHT HER).

ending with a schleep on the tv, being warmed by my sliders marathon.

louis wain.

the above = my newly purchased book on louis wain, my favourite anything ever.
here's a selection of my favourite pics.

kyle and i got tickets to see the veronicas in february (true story).

teppansan suuuuuuuuucks.

having heard lots of great things, and with our regular kaneda closed, kyle and i decided to try teppansan on russell st.
WORST MEAL EVER.
i have no idea why this place has such a great reputation.
the service blows, the staff yell at each other constantly, and i nearly choked on the amount on smoke coming out of the open kitchen.
the food was the shittest shit that ever did shit.
seriously, so bad.
i've never left so much food on my plate.
four days later, we are still talking about how shit it was, because we are petty and gayz, but also because it was SO FUCKING SHIT.
JUST DON'T GO THERE.
EVER.
OMG.
instead, go to kaneda (shop 6, mid city arcade, 200 bourke st), the greatest great that ever did great.
especially b/w 3-5, when bentos are $2 cheaper and come w/ a calpis.
KANEDA, YES.
TEPPANSAN, NO.

pictures.

i like to draw.
my mad drawing skillz haven't progressed since i was 6, but I DO IT ANYWAY.
here's a selection.

my kitties (l-r) kabuki, apple hellion soda & suri cruz.


a lollipop, candy & flower pizza.


julie andrews (birthday present for stef).


a colourful tree.

that's life! is the housing commission flat of magazines.

this lady lives on my fridge.
her story of cheating death 9 times was the feature article, for which she was paid $600.
she's very diseased and fucks up a lot.
it was an unpleasant reading experience.

AMAZING MELBOURNE FASHION.

my favourite thing about the weekend papers is the multitude of crappy little inserts they all come with now.
they contain things.
funny things.
like this.