Kitten-photoblogging is de rigeur in our household at the moment with my little sister Maha (whom I actually regard more as my eldest daughter, the age gap is just too much!) going full pelt at it.
She adopted a kitten off the BSPCA – or is it the other way ’round? – and she has been constantly going on about the blasted thing that I have begun to feel jealous of the whole brouhaha. I was even snapped at this traditional Thursday lunch time at dad’s for suggesting to Majid, my nephew, that he should use a shoe to cajole the ball-of-fluff from under the bed!
She (Maha) went on one of her pilgrimages to Italy last week on work visiting some exhibition or other and took it upon herself to insist that Jamal, my younger brother by one-year-and-a-bit-just-returned-from-greater-Hajj take pictures and post to flickr on a daily basis so that she can see her meow on her business travels… it is a religious duty which has been dutifully fulfilled of course. Maha packs a good kick and my younger brother still needs his balls.
So he kept snapping.
But the combination of him going to actual pilgrimage and his higher duty of photographing Lulu have completely; albeit artistically; befuddled his brains… He started setting his camera on timer-shooting-mode and throwing it about to get “photographs”!
Some of his shots are worth looking at;so much so, that I would wholeheartedly approve of Apple buying them and using them as backgrounds for the next release of their ultra-sexy MacBooks or Intel-based heresies’ backgrounds.
It’s cold outside.
Earlier today I kicked the gardener’s ass.
He repented and promised never to cut anything without my direct approval. Just as well… the bastard made a stump of my Japanese grass that would take a few months to come to its glorious beauty again…
The beauty of gardening; however, will continue to elevate my spirits and hopes that tomorrow, next week, next month or even next year will produce better results. What I’m paying for right now in heavy coin is nothing more than the apprenticeship of patience. One that has already produced results!
The Hyacinths which I buried in the pool planter are coming out! Yes, you should whoopee and dance a jig on the ceiling my friends; I am unabashedly ecstatic that the beauties have chosen to show their presence. A presence which I shall only too happily snap and share with a steady hand and nary a camera throw!
My friends, it is time to slumber; good morrow… I promise that by morning I shall surprise you with more wonderful pictures of flowers! 😀
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Dear Mahmood,
I rejoice that you have such happiness over the lovely hyacinths smiling at you with blooms. I hope that you find many other plant species that would require minimal efforts for maximal results. You say that you have put the hyacinth bulbs in a pool planter, might that be a solution to your difficulties to grow lilies? Also, I thought of you while looking in a nursery catalogue, in preparation for our long awaited spring, think ‘crepe myrtle’ which should do well in your neck of the woods. In the southern US it grows wild and is a real filler plant, very resilient. You may consider Oleander bushes, or Cacti which would be ideal for Bahraini climate, some give you absolutely amazing blooms. May you be blessed with a fabulous growing season and a very happy new year to you and your family.
A salaam.
northern shewolf
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While we’re on the subject, if you or your readership have not been introduced to it yet, go to http://www.cuteoverload.com for other painfully adorable imagery involving pets.
Seriously, with all the vitriol currently being passed around the world over pictures, it is very necessary to hit a mental Reset Button by looking at some that make everyone of every culture and religion go “Awwwwww….” together.
-Troy Z
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Hi Mahmood,
I think, the “cuteness” problem will be solved in about 5 months. After looking at the photo blog, I’m sure, that one of Lulus anchestor was a “norwegian forest cat”. On the fotos you can see all the tiny hints:
* A very bushy tail
* Paws – a bit to big
* Sligthly tufted ears
* The first hint of a ruff
“Wegies” are one of the worlds largest cats – females can weight up to 5 kg (see wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Forest_Cat). So, if I’m right about this then your sister will soon be the proud owner of a very intelligent and terribly cuddly monster (I know, what I’m talking about ;o)).
Babs
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Mahmood,
I demand more kitty pictures!
If you don’t publish more kitty-pix I will start riots, and together with my feline friends Harvey and Claudie, conduct revenge attacks against errr erm….
…. Rolf Harris!
Also I distinctly remember advising you to poison that gardener. You could have buried him in the garden after dark, and before shelling out for new plants. No-one would have been any the wiser.
Failing that, you could always brush up your rolling pin skills. Practice by knocking nine bells of hell out of a rolled-up carpet.
Meggie
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Furthermore I would like to declare my support for Sylvester.
This much maligned feline has, for many years, guarded the free world against an international terrorist known as “Tweetie Pie”
Nuff said I reckon.
Keep the Kitten-blogs coming …
There’s nothing like a kitten – our little Abby is 9 months old already! Please thank your sister for giving this little kitty a good home – BSPCA and other rescue shelters need more folks like her.
Hmmmm. I don’t think that the cat is a Norwegian.
The hair on the back is too short. And his facial bones don’t have the structur of a Norwegian.
In my opinion (as a Norwegian Breeder) its a Turkish Van or Turkish Angora.