Happy Friday

Happy Friday! To celebrate, here's a kitten jumping through hoops!

Have a kitteny weekend!

I got the Rich Kids Blues...

I really don't, but I what I do have is that song stuck in my head.

I haven't been doing much worth blogging about this week as I haven't been home much.

On Monday I left Benedict at home all day while I was at work, and nearly chewed off all of my nails worrying about him. I came home to find him asleep and perfectly content without me.

On Tuesday I went to see the new Girl With The Dragon Tattoo movie, which I loved (and will be writing up about on my film blog). I ate a large tub of popcorn and a choc top, and I didn't even get any chocolate on my clothes! Winning!

On Wednesday I went to the Night Market at Vic Markets and played 'Count the Hispters'. This game is usually started by looking for burgundy or mustard jeans; ironic glasses; tanks and perfectly draped scarves; and beanies in the middle of summer. Needless to say we lost count... Obviously because I failed Blogging 101, I didn't take any pictures. My excuse is that I'm looking to buy a new camera (bye bye, 3 year-old IXUS) and also because of reasons (sangria).

I'm waiting on my new TPG internet (unlimited!) to be installed and until that time I can't watch the latest Sherlock 'The Reichenbach Falls' (so you KNOW it's going to be good) and I'm just not sure what to do with myself besides making and then promptly forgetting about cups of tea.

Anyway I promise I'll do something tonight (some sewing, deffs, or maybe IKEA) and take some pictures and then I'll write something funny about them.

My Growing Family

On Saturday I was lucky enought to bring home the newest member of my family. Benedict is 11 years old and a purebred Siamese. His owner had to move into aged care and he had been living at Animal Aid in Victoria until this weekend.

Well of course it was love at first sight. His big blue eyes and beautful cafe au lait coat make him a very handsome old man. At the shelter he was too confortable in his hidey-hole and wouldn't come out without the fright of the spray bottle, but we eventually nabbed him and settled him down in his cardboard carrier with a blanket and a handful of treats, ready for the long drive home.

He spent most of the weekend hiding under my bed, and yowling all night keeping me awake, but he's settled in more now, and we are enjoying getting to know one another and sharing some company.

It is such a wonderful feeling bringing home a rescue pet, not only because of the new addition to your own family, but also knowing that you are providing them with a new comfortable home. It's often found with rescue pets that they really do know that they've been 'rescued', and while they might be a little shy at first, in time they grow to love you with a gratitude that only adopted pets know.

If anyone is looking to add a new member to the family, I hope that you'll seriously consider adopting from a shelter or rescue centre. The RSPCA is a good place to start, but googling ''pet adoption" in your state should come up with a number of pet shelters with some beautiful new faces and personalities ready to love you.

Have you ever adopted a pet from a shelter? What was your experience?

Lola xo