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When Ian Botham was in the Rebel Alliance

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Actual conversation this morning in Casa Brew:-

Me: It was just total boffins big Brew (I forget what I was referring to)

Bman: Boffins? what like as in “Many Boffins died to bring us this information”

Me:  They weren’t boffins, they were Bothans

Bman: Yeah boffins.

Me: No Both with a Thhhhh not Boff like with a Ffff

Bman: Like B o g g i n s

Me:  That’s boggins honey with a G, that’s not a word

Bman: B o t h a m s ?  Wait no that’s like as in Ian?

Me: Bothans were the Star Wars ones. Boffins are science bods. Botham was a cricketer

Bman: Sure it wasn’t boffins?  Surely the Bothans must have been boffins too then?

Me:  (starts googling jpegs of Bothans and Boffins)



Me:  Anyway, I meant bobbins not boffins, Bothans or Bothams.  Bobbins. It was bobbins*!


This is why we should be on Gogglebox… or not!

We then took Alan Lickman on a planned visit to the vets for a check up on his special eye and for them to have a gander at the swollen lump on his neck which started to form yesterday. On the way up to the vets though,  I detected a rank smell in the car and we thought he might have done a shit in his cat box.  But no… the lump had burst!  

D I S G U S T I N G!

They’ve cleaned him up and he seems a bit more on form although he looks even more like General Woundwort than he did before with his special eye and his ragged face.


How much did I chuckle though when I asked Bman if he’d fed him since they came back and (referring to the liquid cat food we have to give him) he said he’d given him “two soups”

I think we all know what I was picturing in my head.



Hopefully he is still covered by his pet insurance and hasn’t maxed himself out yet.  I will be on the blower to them tomorrow to clarify. I want to know whether or not we are having Christmas or not this year, or we’re all eating cat soups and sleeping in the same bed with our coats on to keep warm because we can’t put the heating on.

Later MoFos Xx

*bobbins = utter rubbish, worthless

Pepper Pegleg… update on my lost pussy

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Well. my pussy is no longer M.I.A. 

Chillipepper furbrain pepsi-pie may yet live to LARP another day!

She limped home at about 2130 last night dragging her back leg behind her. Looking like Harry Potter’s arm in the ‘Chamber of Secrets’ when Professor Lockheart tries to fix his broken bone.  

Erm I think it may be broken


Floppy times!

I tried to make her as comfortable as I could, being without transport to take her to the vets until Bman came home.  She eventually dragged her sorry self underneath the kids’ bed to sleep.  I then had one childerbeast weeping and not getting back to sleep for hours until way after Bman & his brother got home from their gig, as she clearly wanted to be the one to break the news about the broken limb.

She is now sedated at the Vets (Pepper not my daughter), who says she has a fractured and dislocated tibia and 3 broken bones at her pelvis.  Thank goodness for the pet insurance, which I bemoan monthly for being more expensive a premium than mine and Bman’s life cover.  Otherwise we’d be looking at the thick end and beyond of a big G!  I may have been forced to plant her back under that old lady’s shed and just pretend to the kids that she had never come home.

I think her next dress up costume should be the ‘Boudicat’ armour I touched upon in (what I did on my holidays pt1) and get me a pair of trained parrots to pull her around in a little chariot, because she’s going to be fairly immobile for a while.   Poor puss…

Feel free to forward gifts of goodwill.  She particularly enjoys dreamies, whiskers cheese bites, chicken and Bombay Sapphire.  (I may have made one of those up).