Never a dull moment. As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago in (The calm before the storm) we have been talking about retiring for years. I also said that there was a lot happening in the background, well my friends this is some of what has been happening. Just under a month ago an Estate Agent phoned us to ask if we wanted to sell our house as she had someone who was interested. We explained that we did in fact want to sell but hadn't listed it yet. Anyway, long story short, we met her and she listed our home. We were quite sceptical as we have had another property on the market for almost a year and it is still not sold. The third couple she brought around fell in love with the house and returned with their family to look again. They signed an offer which was subject to the sale of their house, but also less than what we were asking. We accepted with a counter offer. In the meantime their house sale fell through and they held an 'emergency' Show House which yielded results and the house was sold to a cash buyer. They came back to us having increased their offer a bit, the Estate Agent dropped her commission and we accepted. Remember the harbour lights in Italy? Well .......... this finally happened yesterday and we signed the papers last night. Our house is sold and we are actually RETIRING to the Western Cape, in particular we are looking at Betty's Bay. My mind is like a Formula 1 race track at the moment with all that needs to be organized and completed. We will be going down to the Cape in three weeks to view the houses we've been looking at on the Internet over the last couple of months, we have sifted through, more or less, the ones we like. Then it is going to be full steam ahead to get this house packed and the actual move. All this is a little daunting for me at the moment as I have Fibromyalgia and am going to have to find a way to pace myself (not my natural style) in order to stay on top of things and get it all done. If anyone has a main line to the 'moving elves' please tell them to come and visit me. Haha I wish.
Retire has already become a flexible word as Hubby is busy making plans on how he will be able to work long distance, make furniture and a number of other ideas. It was also very 'considerate' of Poppet to tell us last night that "it makes complete sense for Dad to make my dining room table before he makes your bookcases, because then you have less bookcases to move with." Love you girl. This is already a bittersweet event for me as I will be leaving Big Guy, Poppet and my little Princess behind and moving closer to Big Bear and Baby Bear and other family. I think there are many moms out there that will agree with me when I say a perfect life is if all your family live in one city. This is going to change so many dynamics of our family, for the good, in that instead of family caravaning holidays in December we will now be doing family holidays and get togethers by the sea. This for me is a lifelong dream coming true.
Kiko has now learnt how to 'high five' me when she gets her food, as she is usually quite frantic she is only too to happy to oblige She is growing so quickly, has her own very distinctive personality and loves to chat with me in her little squeaks and meows. this little bundle of fluff is extremely determined and is still the first one to approach Gemma for friendship, except for the other day when she leapt off the chair onto Gemmas back and then leapt straight off just as quickly. There was a huge ka-fuffle I can tell you.
Have an awesome weekend folks, enjoy your families, relax and recharge for the week ahead. Stay safe.
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Friday, 29 April 2016
Friday, 8 April 2016
Fun and Games
This week has been an absolute delight. On Monday afternoon we collected our new 'baby' kitten. Let me introduce you to Kiko, which is Japanese for friendly and happy. From what we know she is a Snow Paw X, with long silky fur. The softest fur I've ever seen. This tiny little bundle came home weighing only 560gm, but an overload of cuteness. She is tiny, perfect, beautiful, very chatty and spoilt. At night she sleeps in her travel box and goes right through until we stir in the morning, how blessed am I. I have discovered that Kiko is an inveterate climber with one problem, she can't always get down so.... meow for mommy. Also, if she can't see me she sets up an increasing crescendo of meows looking for me, I am loving it.
Where the fun and games have come in is in introducing her to the rest of the menagerie. Oh my word. Our menagerie consists of Max a yorkie, Sasha a maltese and Gemma the reigning queen of the house. Who until this week has ruled supreme, even over the dogs but especially Max who has a healthy respect/fear of her.
This week it all changed. Enter Kiko. The first time the dogs met her she was in her traveling box, and Max did an intense sniff and look see. This was most unwelcome and she hissed at him which caused him to turn tail and RUN to stand between Hubby's legs shivering. Sasha who is more maternal was more cautious and approached slowly. Gemma however, oh dear. I did not know that my beautiful cat was capable of such ugly noises and such a bad attitude. She has hissed and growled, she leopard crawls through the house scanning the floor and surfaces for the intruder. There are tense, noisy stand offs which result in much tension for me as I'm trying to avoid a full on conflict with injuries.
The dogs adore Kiko and she is fine with them. Max, brave soul that he is, has conquered his fear of Gemma and when there is a hissing confrontation he runs between Kiko to make sure she is ok, and Gemma to try and calm her down. Poor little guy is quite frazzled. The other night Kiko came out of the bedroom and surprised Gemma in the passage which led to the usual ugly noises and two frozen (in position) cats. Max bounded in to sort it out which caused Gemma to whack him in the face and chase him into the dining room, much yelping and hissing. Kiko fled back to the bedroom. Max then turned around and stood up to Gemma and chased her, she ran then turned and went for him as he tried to get out of the hatch in the door, except he didn't go through he bounced back and chased her out, before running to check on the baby. By this time everyone was doubled over laughing.
We have had so many laughs and tender moments, always very welcome with the pressures of daily life. Wherever I go Kiko follows and if I don't pick her up 'on demand' she just calmly climbs up my trousers, never mind the holes and scratches that I am covered in. As I sit and write this she is stretched out on my lap fast asleep. I have no doubt whatsoever that the fun and games are going to continue, although I fervently pray we have peace SOON with Gemma.
Friends I hope this has brought a smile to your face as it has to mine. Have a fabulous weekend, find the joy in the little things, and, above all be safe.
Pic 1. Kiko
Pic 2. Kiko in my old furry boot
Where the fun and games have come in is in introducing her to the rest of the menagerie. Oh my word. Our menagerie consists of Max a yorkie, Sasha a maltese and Gemma the reigning queen of the house. Who until this week has ruled supreme, even over the dogs but especially Max who has a healthy respect/fear of her.
This week it all changed. Enter Kiko. The first time the dogs met her she was in her traveling box, and Max did an intense sniff and look see. This was most unwelcome and she hissed at him which caused him to turn tail and RUN to stand between Hubby's legs shivering. Sasha who is more maternal was more cautious and approached slowly. Gemma however, oh dear. I did not know that my beautiful cat was capable of such ugly noises and such a bad attitude. She has hissed and growled, she leopard crawls through the house scanning the floor and surfaces for the intruder. There are tense, noisy stand offs which result in much tension for me as I'm trying to avoid a full on conflict with injuries.
The dogs adore Kiko and she is fine with them. Max, brave soul that he is, has conquered his fear of Gemma and when there is a hissing confrontation he runs between Kiko to make sure she is ok, and Gemma to try and calm her down. Poor little guy is quite frazzled. The other night Kiko came out of the bedroom and surprised Gemma in the passage which led to the usual ugly noises and two frozen (in position) cats. Max bounded in to sort it out which caused Gemma to whack him in the face and chase him into the dining room, much yelping and hissing. Kiko fled back to the bedroom. Max then turned around and stood up to Gemma and chased her, she ran then turned and went for him as he tried to get out of the hatch in the door, except he didn't go through he bounced back and chased her out, before running to check on the baby. By this time everyone was doubled over laughing.
We have had so many laughs and tender moments, always very welcome with the pressures of daily life. Wherever I go Kiko follows and if I don't pick her up 'on demand' she just calmly climbs up my trousers, never mind the holes and scratches that I am covered in. As I sit and write this she is stretched out on my lap fast asleep. I have no doubt whatsoever that the fun and games are going to continue, although I fervently pray we have peace SOON with Gemma.
Friends I hope this has brought a smile to your face as it has to mine. Have a fabulous weekend, find the joy in the little things, and, above all be safe.
Pic 1. Kiko
Pic 2. Kiko in my old furry boot
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