questions questions

[lolabobs]

whatho asked me questions. I answered them:

1. Have you ever had pets that aren't cats? Would you be interested in having non-catty pets now?
When I was much smaller about 5 I think, I had a hamster, I don't remember anything about it. Although I know it once escaped and ate my chocolate. When I was 11ish, a gnger kitten followed my brother home and I wanted to keep it but wasn't allowed. In consolation I was gven another hamster. Called Fred. This lasted 2 years. He died after my (other) brother dropped him.

We had rabbits, but that was in a wierd period when my Dad was 'Lets eat rabbits', (and I was all, lets not) so that didn't work too well. When he grew out of that (sometime after the first 'harvest', when he realised butchery wasn't all that nice) we had two left over rabbits. My brothers' pets really. They had a run in the garden and the run of the garden in the day time. That ended when my brother shut the run thinking they were in when they were out and his girlfriend's dog killed them.

My brothers then bought a new rabbit each, one died the day he bought it (evil pet shop) so he brought a guinea pig. The other rabbit killed that, and the next one he bought. (Evil rabbit). That rabbit then ruled the roost for years (fighting the neighbourhood cats if they dared enter the garden).

Then the cat era began. I wouldn't want any other pet.

That sounds like a slaughterfest of petdeath, but it was over my lifetime and condensed.

2. Did you enjoy school?
Liked Infant and Junior. Loathed Middle, loved High. Hated 6th form. Hated Uni.

3. What do think of Starsky's red long johns? I rather like them.
I think they are glorious.

4. Is there anywhere you'd rather live than your current home?
I'm very unadventurous really. Let me think. I liked living n Ealing (although I hated Uni) - I liked having access to everything, but not enough to live there again. There is a house on the cliff in my hometown that I pine for. It is huge, but it has round towers and square bow windows, and turrets and towers and little balconies and big ones, and attic rooms and ooh it looks so intriguing and it overlooks the sea and is near the wooded areas and there's be wildlife and fresh sea air and I woudl love to live there.

The reality is that I am likely to move in with my mother at some time in the nearish future and that's okay, cos I like that house too.

I'm not brave enough to consider moving overseas.

5. If you had to live one day over again, which would you pick?

A day out last year with my parents. I love figurative war memorials, and my Dad had found one in Bury St Edmonds. So he took us there to see it and so I could take photos. We went to Bury and had lunch, then did some shopping. We found the memorial and I treid to photograph it (not terribly succesfully, the sun was behind it) but we tried. We had an ice cream - and Dad was teasing the icecream serving woman (do they have a name?), we ate ice cream in the sun, then mooched some more, before setting off home.

On the way home we noticed all the fruit in the trees beside the roads (A-roads), so then Dad found a way to the back of the A-roads and we went scrumping! Mum tootled off blackberrying and Dad and I were clambering up slopes, shaking trees, dodging falling apples, getting stuck in thorn bushes and trying to climb trees. It was so funny, we were laughing our socks off, competing as to who could move the biggest tree and harvest the most apples. When we went back to find Mum she'd wandered off into prvate property and we had to snaffle her back before she got caught!

We carried on homewards and found a converted post office selling cream teas and Gladioli, so we had scones and tea and eventually arrived home clutching scrumped apples, blackberries and sorry looking Glads!

It was a marvellous day, spontaneous and mellow and kind of sums up my Dad, so yeah, that'll be good for me.

Comments

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Oh, that sounds a delightful day. I really enjoyed reading about that. Also I'm sorry about your unfortunate non-cat pet ownership period. I'm quite intrigued by the evil rabbit. You seem to have briefly owned General Woundwort. Quite exciting.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

It was a lovely day, so much so that I was actively thinking "what a lovely day" even whilst it was happening.

Teh evil rabbit was truly evil. He was called Trigger and we'd often be called to the garden by squealing creeching blue murder to find him rolling round and round with some local Tom that had made the mistake of setting food in the yard.

Conversely we were also often called by a cat we adopted for the last year of its life, who had no intention of running the terror path to the door and yowled until one of us would carry her in.

He was a Mean Ole Wabbit.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I love it when bunnies go bad.