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todayiamadaisy) wrote2018-10-09 04:17 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2018-10-09 04:17 pm
How to pick a lock in seconds
Job: Yes. I start next Monday.
To celebrate, I bought myself a Kinder Surprise egg. I mean, I know how to party. The toy inside the Kinder Surprise was a sort of Kinder Surprise Lad, a plastic Kinder Surprise with arms and legs. He was holding some balloons. I mean, it's a cute idea, I suppose, but I don't think the Kinder Surprise people really thought through the optics of having three balloons, each labelled with a little k (for Kinder Surprise, I assume).
Yesterday I went to the RSPCA shelter to check that they would take Tojo the Stray. Yes, they would. I told them I'd be back when I could catch him. They had a sign up saying they had enough bedding for now, but they would happily accept donations of food or toys, so I went to the supermarket and bought two boxes of the tinned food I've been feeding him and a couple of toy mice to take with him.
He always comes round in the evening, which is no good for catching him as I'd have to leave him shut in the carrier overnight. He sometimes comes by for breakfast, which is the right time, I think. A few hours in the carrier (the shelter doesn't open until 10am) won't hurt him.
He didn't come round for breakfast today, so I put all thoughts of catching him aside. But then, there he was at the gate for a rare lunchtime appearance, looking damp and sodden in the pouring rain. Right. I fed him while my mother got the carrier out of the garage. I picked him and his bowl up. He wriggled a bit and then he saw the carrier and he wriggled a lot. Then he was gone, fleeing down the drive with his tiny trust broken and leaving me with a gash down my forearm.
This may take some time.
To celebrate, I bought myself a Kinder Surprise egg. I mean, I know how to party. The toy inside the Kinder Surprise was a sort of Kinder Surprise Lad, a plastic Kinder Surprise with arms and legs. He was holding some balloons. I mean, it's a cute idea, I suppose, but I don't think the Kinder Surprise people really thought through the optics of having three balloons, each labelled with a little k (for Kinder Surprise, I assume).
Yesterday I went to the RSPCA shelter to check that they would take Tojo the Stray. Yes, they would. I told them I'd be back when I could catch him. They had a sign up saying they had enough bedding for now, but they would happily accept donations of food or toys, so I went to the supermarket and bought two boxes of the tinned food I've been feeding him and a couple of toy mice to take with him.
He always comes round in the evening, which is no good for catching him as I'd have to leave him shut in the carrier overnight. He sometimes comes by for breakfast, which is the right time, I think. A few hours in the carrier (the shelter doesn't open until 10am) won't hurt him.
He didn't come round for breakfast today, so I put all thoughts of catching him aside. But then, there he was at the gate for a rare lunchtime appearance, looking damp and sodden in the pouring rain. Right. I fed him while my mother got the carrier out of the garage. I picked him and his bowl up. He wriggled a bit and then he saw the carrier and he wriggled a lot. Then he was gone, fleeing down the drive with his tiny trust broken and leaving me with a gash down my forearm.
This may take some time.