Jane & Jack & Karre the Emperor
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Greetings from Cape Town, Lantoos Land!
His Majesty Karre the Emperor of Pretty Much Everything sends his fond regards and bids me tell you that he continues faring splendidly here at the Falls. Following a brief and slightly worrying wander into the Blues (sanguine, not sentimental) on account of Strangers Making Noise (builders finishing up) four months ago, he settled back into the Greens where he belongs and where he's been relaxing regally ever since. He celebrated his fourteenth birthday on the 28th of May (on the same day that Jack celebrated his thirty-first) by being even more beautiful than he was when he was thirteen. His underlings (Jack and myself) have, he commands me to report, been doing an adequate job of keeping him in tuna treats, tummy rubs and garden walks. The Magpie and Pepita (who has grown almost as tall as her sister now and can barely still be called "the little one") are a delight to watch when they fawn around him purring and chirping and fussing! We've built Karre his own little throne for him to lounge upon right next to the fireplace - his knee (where he had to have surgery following an accident five years ago) gives him a spot of trouble in the African winter months - would you believe we have snow on the mountains! - and he's not quite as eager to jump onto and off of the tub chairs that were purchased for the cats, with the remote and most of the time overly optimistic afterthought of occasional hooman usage... Now, he only has to step up a few inches onto his new Bench Of Regal Office, as it were, appropriately lined with his favourite green fleece blanket, and drape his gorgeous glossy-black self across it with the odd tail-swish and whisker-twitch for good measure... It's all very just so.
The Magpie and her baby sister Pepita are equally happy and healthy, and continue their contest of who can bring home the most amazing quarry at the most ungodly hour. Pepita had the advantage for a week or so, when she brought in two (adult) birds four days apart, both at 5am. (The second bird came with quite an incredible experience for me personally - the little thing was injured, as we realized when we'd rescued him from Pepita's ongoing attempts to play with her catch, and hopped bold as brass into my cupped hands, where he sat for twenty minutes, completely calm, while I gave him Reiki... Afterwards, he perked up, open his eyes wide, let me carry him to the window, and flew straight off towards the forest. I felt very moved by his trust that we would surely help him somehow.) Maggie retalliated eclectically by assembling a mouse, a shrew and a rat (yikes!) under the dining table (double yikes!) the next day, topping off her triumph by waking us at 4am, calling out loudly and persistently until we came downstairs, bleary-eyed, so she could show us our presents and collect her prize (some raw ostrich steak). Good times all round!
We hoomans are fine also, having settled into our new home at last. I'm a little less fine at the moment on account of having had surgery on my foot, and have been frustrated with the slow recovery as well as desperate to be able to return to the gym and the office and the wedding planning, all of which have been, ha, on the back foot, but will hopefully resume their place in the daily routine very soon. Even so, with DF lovely Jack and our three furry rulers, life in Cape Town continues to be good (if, at the moment, somewhat louder what with the thousands of friggin' vuvuzelas blown by even more thousands of friggin' football fans).
We think of you often and watch you and your condos even when we don't post much.
All the best and many sunny vines from all the way down here at the tip of Africa
Jane, Jack, Karre, Maggie and Pepita
His Majesty Karre the Emperor of Pretty Much Everything sends his fond regards and bids me tell you that he continues faring splendidly here at the Falls. Following a brief and slightly worrying wander into the Blues (sanguine, not sentimental) on account of Strangers Making Noise (builders finishing up) four months ago, he settled back into the Greens where he belongs and where he's been relaxing regally ever since. He celebrated his fourteenth birthday on the 28th of May (on the same day that Jack celebrated his thirty-first) by being even more beautiful than he was when he was thirteen. His underlings (Jack and myself) have, he commands me to report, been doing an adequate job of keeping him in tuna treats, tummy rubs and garden walks. The Magpie and Pepita (who has grown almost as tall as her sister now and can barely still be called "the little one") are a delight to watch when they fawn around him purring and chirping and fussing! We've built Karre his own little throne for him to lounge upon right next to the fireplace - his knee (where he had to have surgery following an accident five years ago) gives him a spot of trouble in the African winter months - would you believe we have snow on the mountains! - and he's not quite as eager to jump onto and off of the tub chairs that were purchased for the cats, with the remote and most of the time overly optimistic afterthought of occasional hooman usage... Now, he only has to step up a few inches onto his new Bench Of Regal Office, as it were, appropriately lined with his favourite green fleece blanket, and drape his gorgeous glossy-black self across it with the odd tail-swish and whisker-twitch for good measure... It's all very just so.
The Magpie and her baby sister Pepita are equally happy and healthy, and continue their contest of who can bring home the most amazing quarry at the most ungodly hour. Pepita had the advantage for a week or so, when she brought in two (adult) birds four days apart, both at 5am. (The second bird came with quite an incredible experience for me personally - the little thing was injured, as we realized when we'd rescued him from Pepita's ongoing attempts to play with her catch, and hopped bold as brass into my cupped hands, where he sat for twenty minutes, completely calm, while I gave him Reiki... Afterwards, he perked up, open his eyes wide, let me carry him to the window, and flew straight off towards the forest. I felt very moved by his trust that we would surely help him somehow.) Maggie retalliated eclectically by assembling a mouse, a shrew and a rat (yikes!) under the dining table (double yikes!) the next day, topping off her triumph by waking us at 4am, calling out loudly and persistently until we came downstairs, bleary-eyed, so she could show us our presents and collect her prize (some raw ostrich steak). Good times all round!
We hoomans are fine also, having settled into our new home at last. I'm a little less fine at the moment on account of having had surgery on my foot, and have been frustrated with the slow recovery as well as desperate to be able to return to the gym and the office and the wedding planning, all of which have been, ha, on the back foot, but will hopefully resume their place in the daily routine very soon. Even so, with DF lovely Jack and our three furry rulers, life in Cape Town continues to be good (if, at the moment, somewhat louder what with the thousands of friggin' vuvuzelas blown by even more thousands of friggin' football fans).
We think of you often and watch you and your condos even when we don't post much.
All the best and many sunny vines from all the way down here at the tip of Africa
Jane, Jack, Karre, Maggie and Pepita
