Friday, August 1, 2008

All that matters...

... is a cat. And after a pretty damn purrfect afternoon - details in next blog entry - we were graced by a visit from a very fluffy tabby/torty cross Norsk pussk. He had a lot to say, and because we have been here 5 days, we understood purrfectly. I quote: "Neglected, misunderstood, starved and forced to suffer indignities like cruising strangers at a bus stop for a bit of attention. Waaa.. "

I, sook sook, took lots of photos and a movie or two (on Le Camera) to prove that Norwegian catspeak is not unlike feline dialects across the world.

We are packing tonight, ready to abandon our luggage twice tomorrow - once at the hotel foyer, for the afternoon, and then again at the Hurtigruten tent at the Fish Market, ready to embark!!!!! at 6pm, and sail!!!!!!! at 8pm. I can't really quite believe we're going to do it, but now M has the grog (what pisspots we must sound, and how anal are the Bergenese with their two wee liquor shops, and their 6pm beer-selling closing time at the supermarket. Is there a problem??? *I* aint got one)... we can sail away and, if we like, not set foot on land unless we need more tonic water. Wowee!

The Prada was purrfect. I hope you out there, my dear ones and my unknown readers who I would like to know more of, are all well, warm or cool enough, and within grasping distance of whatever it is that soothes you most. G'night fur now.

5 comments:

Hil said...

Well, I've had my head down working hard, but was surprised none-the-less to see so many new posts since the pining for the fjords one (and yes, I like the gumming for the billabong thing, M!). I hadn't realised I had been so clever.

My mum had a friend who lost a crown in deepest Lapland long ago, and since she was away from civilization for a while she did araldite her tooth back together. Her dentist nearly had a fit, but I've always thought there can't be too much difference in epoxies of one sort or another! Glad M got his fixed so quickly.

So... now you must be sailing - how exciting! Perhaps you will be lucky enough to see the northern lights and other sorts of magic! How far north do you go?

infoaddict said...

I am not at all surprrrrised that you managed to find a cat to be smooched at by (er ... ). I only wonder that it took so LONG!!

You are sounding much more cheerful and relaxed; hopefully the fresh sea air will calm the asthmaticky stuff, and the crowns will stay in place (as the dubiously proud owner of both, I can absolutely relate to your eeep! moments).

May good food, excellent smells, and brilliant coffee trail behind your sea-going voyages :)

(Fiona).

Cath said...

Was it a huge cat? I've heard of Norwegian forest cats, but never seen one.

sry for not posting replies earlier, I have been Not Blogging until now. Glad you have survived. Did you find out who the mysterious Doc Wombat is?

BJ said...

Hill we go a loooooong way north, all the way to the northern end of Norway, and back to the east, then slightly south, to land in a town called Kirkenes. Look it up on ze Google map.

I'm glad you're well and working hard. How is YOUR trip planning going? I hope you are busy chucking extra goodies into the travel basket and deciding the hell with it, why not spend the kid's inheritance now!

I recommend it! xxb.

BJ said...

Hiya Fi and Cath,

lovely to see notes from familiar faces.. no I haven't found out who Dr Wombat is (yet). It's an intrigue. Cath I'm sorry to see you're having such a shitty winter. Why not post yourself to a nice Polynesian island for a bit until it wears off? Take Fi with you (and Beth) and send me some equally jealous-making blogs about fabbo holidaying.

I would find MINE a lot easier if my nose would fukoff.

Heh, I made all the poms at our dinner table laugh. This Ozygirl rocks!

xxb.