Yumi update

Here we go with the latest from the worlds luckiest cat. This thing went from lifeless sack of skin and bones, to a very happy chappy (the girl sort) in a very short while.

Still terribly tiny for a cat of her age, but with a burning desire for Doritos, and taking it's life in it's paws when diving into the dogs food bowl, WHILE THE DOG IS EATING FROM IT, it's safe to say she is out of the danger zone now. Just tending to put HERSELF IN them these days.

She's cool, just likes to do all the kitten stuff, including giving people new types of blood tattoos by trying to jump up onto the lap, and of course NEVER making it fully. So lots of clawry, scrabbling ensues. Often drowned out by what passers by think, is the end to an operatic production of "Figaro, you dropped the sledge hammer on my testicles."



Yumi, looks nothing like her picture

They make those tiny feet VERY sharp. I'm surprised we haven't seen James Bond, ker-shlupping his way up the outside of some evil lair with one of his compensatory gadgets he carries. Get to the window where Odd-Big-Blofeld Job (or what ever his name was) has his office (you know the one with the fully working hologram of how the world looks after a bio-bomb attack, with high backed chair in front of world map, divided into 'Theirs' and 'Mine') only to pull from his secret compartment in his titanium contact lens, a kitten.

With a soft but decidedly complaining meow, he proceeds to cut a perfect circle in the glass to gain entry.

(Cut to view from inside the window, in the gloom and Bond looks like he is washing the window in a big slow circle with what almost appears to be a huge furry starfish. And NO, we still don't see why the glass doesn't fall and break, or how he manages to get in...)

The cat (who by now has been discarded and has run off into the building somewhere) of course becomes the ultimate reason for the henchmen (who seem to have amazing hearing, in proportion to their intellect) to dismiss the sound of someone snapping together a 20lb rocket propelled human transporter, with twin mounted machine guns, and inexplicably, a bed! This is for the part when the evil lair is no more than a pile of charred remains topped with all those matching color coveralls, and exploded fuel drums (??!), so the arch villans' lovely girlfriend has somewhere to wait for the plane filled with champagne and chocs to whisk her away for the closing credits.

I seem to be drifting from the point of these things again...