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The finish line and a little bit of cat therapy.

Some weeks just seem to be particularly tough, although you can’t quite put your finger on what specifically is at the root of the problem.  It’s been one of those weeks.  But I’ve made it across the finish line – the weekend is here! A couple of days of family time and the chance to refresh and recharge will smooth everything out I’m sure.

It’s Friday night, I’m about to go and pour myself a generous glass of Shiraz, pop the dinner in the oven and put some music on.  Then I am going to put my feet up, chat with my husband without constant focus on our gorgeous girl and her toddler demands, and cuddle a cat.  These things make me happy.  They belong together; a formula for happiness.

If you are not a cat (or animal) lover, then you may not get it.  But for me cuddling a purring cat is almost therapeutic.  Now, time to go choose that album and get the evening started!  Happy weekend everybody!

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Razzy and Rosie – siblings who belong not only in our family, but to each other. They are very cuddly!

‘The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats…’

(Albert Schweitzer).

Blue eyes and cerulean skies.

This week has been a hot and sunny one here, even by usual Bruneian standards.  And the skies are at their prettiest when there are little fluffy clouds in delicate drifts as far as the eye can see. The down side?  It may be attractive to the eye, but my word is it sticky and uncomfortable!  Even our kittens seek refuge in the shade when we let them out to play, instead of taking the opportunity to frolic about, like they usually do.  But the price is worth paying when it comes with the chance to look out at this beautiful shifting tapestry of colour. I’m not sure our cats appreciate it much, but the skies over Brunei are just stunning.

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Leonardo da Vinci once said ‘the smallest feline is a masterpiece’.  Clearly he was a cat lover!  And as an artist with an eye for the aesthetic, I’m sure he would have appreciated the cerulean blue eyes on this gorgeous little fella.  When I say little…he is getting bigger by the second with all the food he is putting away these days!  And he is getting very used to the good life, as our newest addition to the family.  He was highly intrigued by the camera and spent a long time curiously eyeing me up!

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In a curious twist of coincidence, the other photo I thought fitted for the ‘cerulean‘ one word photo challenge this week is of a wild-growing Cornflower.  It turns out that traditional herbalists used cornflowers to make treatments for conjunctivitis and soothing, refreshing washes for tired eyes.

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So there you go, whatever the weather, it seems that when it comes to cerulean, it’s ultimately all about eyes for me this week!

A gray eye is a sly eye, And roguish is a brown one; Turn full upon me thy eye,– Ah, how its wavelets drown one! A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one.

William R. Alger

Happy talk.

With the parents she has, we always expected our little girl would be a talker. And we are now definitely in a language learning zone.  Already she has three very important words under her belt, which we are hearing…a lot!  In the order the words came out:

  1. mumumumumum
  2. mamama
  3. catcat.

Catcat, obviously, means cat.  Although, for the record, I have no idea why the repetition.  It isn’t how we speak!  My husband tried to persuade me that ‘catcat’ is actually a generic animal word, as our little girl apparently was saying it to a toy dog she has.  But when I asked if he was sure, because on the shelf right next to the toy there is actually a photo frame with a picture of our cats in it, he was less certain.

So it seems that even without pets here, I may have passed on my crazy cat lady ways, which makes me bizarrely happy.  I am so looking forward to going back to the UK in the summer and introducing our little girl to the cats.  She is going to love them.  Although I’m not entirely convinced that the feeling will be mutual.  She does not have the gentlest of touches!

Cleo - the most aloof of the three cats. What will she make of a toddler in the house?!

Cleo – the most aloof of the three cats. What will she make of a toddler in the house?!

When mumumumumum fell out of the bag, I was unsure. Mum?  Or yum? Every mum (secretly or not so secretly!) wants mummy to be their child’s first word.  But I was somewhat doubtful as, at the time, she was sat in her high chair, stuffing cubes of mango and blueberries into her little hamster cheeks like there was no tomorrow. And we have spent a lot of time saying ‘mmmmm, yum yum yum….[toast/cheese/peas/pear/chicken etc]’ so that she learns the words. So I guess I can hardly blame her.

It is also actually a very shrewd move on her part.  I am now very clear on exactly what she likes and what she doesn’t like, even though she cannot yet say the individual names of everything that is put on her plate.  Obviously things are going well when there are lots of ‘mumumumums’.  And equally obviously, considerably less well when there is a lot of head shaking, lip clamping and things being dramatically flung down to the floor!

Yum, yum, yum...toast!

Yum, yum, yum…toast!

If I’m honest, even mamama I cannot claim entirely for myself, as it actually covers a number of bases.  Most of the time I’m the one in the firing line.  But it can actually mean anyone else, including dad, granny, granddad.  Or even ‘hey you!’ if the cute smile failed to grab the necessary amount of attention.

So now I’m working on her next word being ‘daaa-deee’.  None of the others have been pushed on her, but I am making a conscious effort with this one.  Mainly because I know it will make my husband utterly overjoyed when she first says it.  But also because a friend tells me (from experience) that this is a very prudent move for sharing weekend parent duty.  When they wake in the morning and can shout for ‘daaaddeee’ as well as ‘mamama’, the baton can be quite justifiably passed. Now that sounds like a good reason, wouldn’t you agree?