Mixter, maxter

It’s all mixter maxter was a favourite phrase of my mother’s, it means it’s all mixed up, or something is in a bit of a mess. Anyway, it describes this post as it’s a mixture of unrelated things which I meant to put on Pining at some point, but didn’t get around to.

Back at Christmastime I think I did mention that I don’t like those newfangled led lights which decorate our high streets nowadays, so cold compared with the bright warmth of the big coloured light bulbs of the past. No doubt the new ones are a lot more ecological and I suppose to the wee ones who haven’t witnessed the old ones there’ll still be something magical about the lights. This is what Kirkcaldy High Street looked like at Christmas 2013.

Back to the summer, and 2013 was a rare good one for us. These cacti are on one of my kitchen window sills. I think you either love or hate cacti and I’ve always loved them, the photo below is of a couple from my collection, it always amazes me that they bloom so beautifully.

Meet McNulty the cat, the most recent member of our extended family. I must admit that I’m more of a dog person, mainly I suppose because I’ve never had any dealings with cats but Gordon and Laura got McNulty from the Cat Protection League and he is settling in with them very well. In fact I think it’s safe to say that McNulty, named after a character in The Wire, has fallen on his paws as he is king of the castle now.

And he has a fine choice of chairs to laze on. McNulty is a bit of a mystery cat as nothing is known about him at all, he was taken to the cat protection people by a woman who said he kept trying to get into her house, but he wasn’t her cat. He is however quite overweight so someone had been feeding him. The vet has put him on a diet and he miaows pitifully for about an hour before dinner, but Gordon is firm and won’t give in to him, it’s for his own good.

In fact Laura says that McNulty reminds her of Six Dinner Sid, which is a book written by Inga Moore about a cat who gets meals from lots of different people. If like me you haven’t even heard of the book you can listen to the story on you tube below.

8 thoughts on “Mixter, maxter

  1. Oh, Katrina, I love the photos of McNulty. I know he’s saying to himself, “Haven’t I got it good, now, all you homeless cats out there? I’ve struck it rich.”

    Of course the diet is a crimp in his plans, but I’m sure he’s figuring, being the pet that he is, that Duncan will weaken in time, and all McNulty needs to do is bide it.

    Fingers still doublecrossed,

    • Judith,
      Never mind McNulty – what about your Sasha, he looks gorgeous! I’m much more of a dog person.
      Keep everything crossed for us, we thought that being flexible about the location would make it easy to find somewhere but we’re having no luck so far.

      • Double woops, Katrina, I meant to write Gordon, not Duncan!

        Ken is always pointing out how Sasha has us wrapped around her little finger. I keep telling him that it’s OUR weakness, not hers.

        She is the perfect dog when she has LOTS of exercise, but can get terribly impish when she hasn’t.

        Now about the house-hunting. When we were looking for a house up here, I noticed that the first realtor we contacted wasn’t doing a lot for us. So I contacted another realtor and, as luck would have it, we chanced upon Annie, the nicest go-getter a househunter could want. She asked us to come north for a couple of days, because she thought she knew “properties” we’d be interested in. She was the first person to really listen to what we wanted. On that first day with her she showed us four places, and we would have been happy with the last two. We chose the fourth, because it perfectly met our needs without alterations. This woman worked to make it a good day for us, and she sold us a place we adore.
        Now this will sound to you like a fairy tale, but if the people showing you around don’t suit, go to someone else. Of course, this entire discourse probably reveals my ignorance about how house-selling goes in Scotland, but I guess my message is, “Change whatever tack you’re on if it’s not suiting you.”
        And I wish you the very best of luck, because there’s lots of that in the mix as well.
        Judith (fingers and toes crossed)

        • Judith,
          Don’t worry our ‘boys’ are well used to people getting mixed up with their names, including us!
          Sasha sounds a bit like a border collie that we had when I was a child, she needed a lot of attention as she was really a working dog and wanted to be rounding up sheep, but we didn’t have any.
          Nowadays just about all the properties here are advertised online so it’s really just a matter of checking the property sites frequently. Something will turn up – I keep telling myself that anyway! I hope we end up being as lucky as you and Ken have been with your choice.

    • Stefanie,
      McNulty has settled down really well, I don’t think he’ll be moving home again! I suppose that in some parts of the US cacti grow like weeds but they’re exotic here, I think you either love them or hate them. I bought my first cactus when I was 11 and he only died last year, he froze to death in my iced up greenhouse.

  2. There is some thing about a settled cat on a chair looking smug that makes me wish I was one!

    We all have those mixed posts, with much to share but it gets overlooked as time goes by due to other stuff!

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