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Katherine Airport

There are some things that are so Territorian that you have to laugh so that you don't cry.

This morning, I heard about the Katherine airport and it's problems with kangaroos. Apparently, they get in the way of planes landing there and cause accidents. Skippy the terrorist.

The Northern Territory is not a state of a Australia so responsibility for it lies in the joint hands of the Commonwealth government and the Northern Territory government. Both like to blame the other for all the things gone wrong in governing and otherwise take the credit for all successes.

All the Katherine Airport needed was to be fenced. Kanagroos are quite easily defeated by fences.

The Australian Federal Government did just that. They had the place fenced.

The thing is that they fenced in a mob of kangaroos that were living there and like the proverbial rabbit, they have gone forth and multiplied. Now there is a huge number of plane endargering marsupial terrorists contained inside the land around the airstrip.

Whose fault is this? Who will fix it?

It's the other government's fault, of course!

My New Superpowers

When you think nothing else could go wrong, something does. If you cry then it's going to get you even more than it just did. If you stand outside yourself and look at it then you can often have a big laugh. These things give the best stories. I'm sure you'll read a post in the future that laughs even harder at this.

Do you all remember Spiderman? He was bitten by a radioactive spider and it made him so crazy he kissed Kirsten Dunst? Poor guy.



And then there are people who are bitten by a wolf and end up having excessive facial hair issues and the major grumps once a month. Not unlike a few women I know. Now there will be a picture of a half naked Taylor Lautner, for no real reason. Oh yeah, he was a werewolf in that Twilight movie.


Well, you know how I was not supposed to walk around much on that broken foot of mine? This rule was just enforced by a pesky little arachnid.


I don't know what the little bastard looked like but I'd say the picture above is pretty close from what I remember.

Brilliant me decided to take a street parallel to Bourke St, in order to avoid people. I am not all that Paris Hilton today. I have been wearing around thongs (flip flops for the Americans) to be nice to my broken foot. I stepped over a pile of rubbish that looked like what used to be an office chair or ninja training ground. It was easy enough to avoid but did push me towards a fence and a pile of old leaves and other outdoorsy type materials.

That is where my friend, apparently a wolf spider, lay in wait. They are super shy but he may have heard about my recent unkind words towards introverts because he stuck his evil little fangs in to the side-ish bottom-bit of my left foot.

It didn't exactly hurt straight away. It was more like a little prick. Then it got very painful and incredibly itchy. It's not deadly poisonous to humans because we are so damn big but it hurts and is swollen. The doctors at St Vincent's cleaned up the bite and gave me antibiotics. Apparently, it could get infected and... oh good, all those horrible urban legends of spider bites come to mind. Quick, change the topic.

I'm lying on the couch. Am supposed to ice the foot once in a while. That helps the swelling. I have a plaster over the bite and it looks like a mosquito bite with more lumpiness.

Who knows what will happen next? I don't think I've read a comic book with enough information to help me deal with being a Spiderwoman Werewolf Superchick. Maybe I'll end up kissing Kirsten Dunst like flat chested women and then biting their faces off.

That is a superpower being used for good, right?

Fabulous attitude to life

Things are looking up

Watching the world and the birds go by, with my little friend Siena.

Me as a lolcat...

Distrubing window display

There is a shop that sells textiles (I think) in Surry Hills called Bird. A few nights ago, I walked passed it and was quite thrown by it's window display. It makes me not want to go in there at all, ever.

Maru is my favourite cat celebrity

Why paint cats

Since receiving an easel for my birthday from G, I've been painting a lot more. My painting is more for me than others but I wanted to share it here for my friends and family members who have asked what I'm painting.

I paint cats a lot because there are around and such good subjects - sitting still and staring at me. Mixing colours is my latest challenge and I'm trying lots of different things at the moment to discover where colours come from and how to represent light.

This allows me to use a different part of my brain than I do every day. It's also lovely to have an idea and create something tangible. So different to my usual work output.

Feeding and Not Feeding

G + I took our time to meander through Surry Hills on the way to the Bourke Street Bakery. On our travels, we passed the Surry Hills Markets which are held on the first Saturday of each month in the park near the Clock. It was a sunny Sydney day.

There was a chubby Labrador with a sign on his collar saying "Please do not feed me". He waited for us to feed him our spoils from a visit to the bakery but we chose to obey his sign. He tried a couple of other passers by but seemed rather unsuccessful. Poor doggy.

"Please do not feed me"

Me on Bourke Street, Surry Hills

What's with all the shoes on power lines

Cutest lolcat picture ever!

Never Smile at a Crocodile

I went to Crocodylus Park with my Mum + Giles. It's a wildlife park near the northern suburbs of Darwin, specialising in... you guessed it... crocodiles. If global warming destroys human habitats and we are no longer the dominant species then crocs are sure to take over. I for one welcome our reptilian overlords.

This trip left me completely dehydrated and I ended up sleeping for hours to recover. It is the hottest I have been in a longest time. Remember to rehydrate regularly. I didn't and I paid the price.

Giles + Mum at Crocodylus Park

Spot the log-look-alike crocs in the big pond

Mum + Giles looking at some caged animals

... or they will be eaten

One of the giant grumpy boys who measure around 5 metres

Cane Toads Are Ugly!

The other night after my Dad had mowed the lawn, we were visited by a disgusto cane toad. Like true tourists, we were out with video and stills cameras. Poor toad was freaked out by the freaky tourists.

Croak

New Addition

The rumours are true. We got a friend for our beloved Paris. Her new friend is Siena. She is 5 months old and very energetic. She's been with us for just over two weeks and is a wonderful new family member.

My Luck Dragon

Pweety flowers for The Pund

My thoughtful little sister Trina, her husband Taylor and furry friends of London sent some flowers.

London always stopped to smell the roses and flowers :o)

Thanks guys.

London - Lundy - Lundy Pundy - Pundy - Pundy Wundy - Pundle - The Pund - Bearsy - The Pundilator - Pundificous

London 'Pundy' Madden 13th November 2002 - 28th July 2007
Rest in Peace dear little Bearsy

Our beautiful, brilliant, kind and gentle London passed away on the weekend. Giles, Paris and I are devastated. She was not yet 5 years old, with her next birthday in November.

The vet told us that she died from a genetic condition called Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. It was sudden and she did not suffer due to how fast it happened. There was nothing medically that could be done for her.

London and Paris (A Tail of Two Kitties) are not just our pets or simply cats. To Giles and I, they are our babies. If you knew London and how much we loved her, then you will understand the pain we are in now.

Losing Pundy is the worst experience I have ever had. My heart is broken beyond repair.

London deserves more than just this but I had to write something now. There are many photos and stories which I will add later, when the world stops spinning.

If you get a chance, stop and think about her for a minute or two. This is from her Daddy.

That Cat Site I Told You About

The guy with the catcam has returned after getting away from the censoring of those idiots at WordPress.

Check out where his cat Mr Lee has been. It's worth it just to finally find out where THEY go.

lolcats prefer emacs

Wild cats hunt gnu so London prefers them too

lolcat of the week

For anyone who has ever owned a cat and wondered if you are the only one this happens to.