Happy Talk LIke A Pirate Day!

Yo ho ho and a rottle of bum

Q. Why are pirates called pirates?

A. Because they YarrrRRRRrgh

Ahhh, that's one of my favourites, that is. And this is my first post, on a special day. Yar. Jim laaaad.

And I've started a fotolog today as well - all dailies all the time! Whoop!

Anyone would think I'm trying to put off doing the massive load of washing at the laundrette that needs to be done. Never take your washing machine for granted, kids. Especially when the one up the road is bastard annoying and keeps shutting for no reason so you have to take your big black bin bag on its little trolley all the way up to the Houldsworth Square laundrette. Which, although nicer with a better range of machines (and working change machine!) is still more of an effort than one would like.

Also I need to sort out veryworrying.com, and update it all and put a special laurie page up, now that I'm finally getting work out and putting the website on it too. So that people can go there and goe "Hmm. Rate kittens and learn how to drink tequila. Nice, but not much of a portfolio, really."

I shall check out how to host blogs on different pages, so that I can put this one up there, and that will be nice.

In other news...

Today I found a baby mouse, thanks to the cats acting unusually predatorially (mmm, predatorial) in the corner. I picked it up and it wasn't very scurry-ey, so I put it in a big jar while I sorted out a box for it. It was obviously a baby, cos it had a huge head. Then I held it some more and thought 'this baby mouse is the size of a grown up mouse. It has really big back feet."

My baby mouse, ladies & gentlemen, is a baby rat. Squee! A rat! Bless it's little huge back feet. I have put it in a box to show sj when she gets back from work, and I am pondering what to do with it. I should let it go, but it's so little and its head is so big. We keep telling the children we can't have rats or mice, on account of our super-duper sonic mouse-scarer that we have plugged in (the link goes to a page with the SuperPest-X. Ours is just a normal run-of-the-mill Pest-X. Technology has passed us by). It's very clever, and turns all the wiring in the house into mouse-scarers, which is excellent. Sj had mice a few years ago, and it's horrible to have mice. They wee and poo everywhere and make stuff smell and eat things.

Trueness: Mice have no bladders, and birds of prey stalk them by following the wee trail they leave. It's also why bird breeders don't want them in their aviaries - because the wee poisons the bird seed on the floor.

The mouse-scarer is meant to scare spiders as well, which is a ten-times added bonus.
Possibly this is why the baby rat is looking scared. Not just because it's lost its mum and been harassed by cats, but because its brain is ready to explode from the sonic mouse-scarer. Anyway, I shall at least wait to show it Sj when she comes back, because its interesting.

We don't want another pet, really, cos its expensive enough feeding what we have. And Grendel (black poofy cat. Poofy in every sense of the word.) still looks like a scrawny ship's cat.

Also I am thinking, if this is a baby rat...where is the big rat...?

How did the baby get into the house on its own? it had a little wet bit on the back, but it doesn't have any holes that I can see straight away. Then again, maybe the cats were accidentally careful bringing it in. I've not actually been in the front room yet; I keep imagining a great big eviscerated mum rat with all black and red bits trailing out, and the kittens playfully running back and forth through it....

Anyway, off I trot to find the carnage.