Spellbound by Siouxsie Sioux: Part II...

Our new cat, Siouxsie Sioux, can be a bit of a fussy eater. She will eat normal cat food of the pricey variety. But in an effort to win her heart, we have spoilt her a bit. So cat food in the morning, then cooked chicken and expensive treats in the evening.

She is also partial to Lick Licks, which are like yogurt tubes for children but chicken flavour for cats. In the house, I refer to them as 'Cat lick-licks' or 'Pussy lick-licks' and I will wander around the house asking the cat if she would like 'a cat lick-lick' or 'a pussy lick-lick'. 

The Missus has, obviously, banned me from saying the second phrase out loud. Because we may have guests that I haven't registered. Or 'because a fucking child of nine would realise why that is an entirely inappropriate thing to say. Anywhere.'

Spellbound by Siouxsie Sioux: Part I...

We have a new cat. She is called Siouxsie Sioux in honour of the punk icon beloved by The Missus. We were looking for a five-year-old feline who was a bit nervous and had no interest in going outside. Instead, following a microchip mix-up, we got a 15-year-old who may have some underlying medical conditions. 

But she's utterly beautiful and she's happily settling in at Brooks Towers. I'd forgotten how relaxing it is to have a cat in the house. She'll just come into the living room and flonk on my lap or on the lap of the Missus. She'll jump up on my desk if I'm working and just lounge.

It's been a busy four of five months at work. Other stuff hasn't been easy in the last year either. But having a new cat makes life seem so much better.