Other then Muscato, of (Cafe Muscato blog fame) disappearing without so much as a toodle-loo a lot has been going on here in Muscat.
But speaking of Muscato for a moment, he has a right to just bugger off for 2 weeks, but it seems a little abrupt...I mean really the man is a blogging legend with a 3-4 posts a day habit.
I do sincerely hope that the man I saw having a chat with the police at Shatti while wearing a pink tank top, cut off jean shorts and rainbow leg warmers with a little dog in tow was not him.
I suppose I'm just being a bit nosey, and really it's none of my business but I hope he's well and planning to come back to his blog soon.
Other then that....
Cush and I have been super busy lately, balls, bbq's, drinks, coffees, dinners, you name it. It's been a bit silly really, I feel like I'm barely home but I guess it's good to keep busy.
Also we finally got around to getting our kitchen ceiling fixed. I think it had Gonu damage, or massive water damage anyway. The paint was all peeling and yellow and I'd had enough. Our landy refused to pay for it even though it all happened months before we moved in, so Cush decided that he would pay.
The first day went well enough, the painter showed up well equiped with plastic sheeting and all his paints and stuff and was done the sanding and primer by noon. I did notice that he got paint on my stove and fridge and speckles basically anywhere where he hadn't put the sheeting, and there was all kinds of paint out by our gas tank which is what he was using as a staging area with the paint bucket, but whatever.
The next day was a bit of a shock. The painter showed up and started to look like he was going to start painting but with one exception...he hadn't brought any sheeting with him. I suppose he must have thrown away the sheets he used the day before.
I really didn't want to say anything, because I feel like I always say something to every worker we have in our home but at the same time I don't want or feel like I should have to clean up paint speckles off every surface in our kitchen. That's not really fair or appropriate.
When he went to start painting is when I said, "excuse me, where are the plastic sheets?"
He was all like "what? no having today madam"
Was he seriously going to paint the ceiling with no sheeting at all?
You betcha! I should point out that on my fridge I have a priceless (ok maybe not) collection of fridge magnets from different countries and pictures of Cush and I and McFluffin that I really treasure.
I said that he needed to put something down to protect from the paint or to not bother. He asked me if I had some newspaper, which I didn't because I took them to the recycling box.
The painter went through some cupboards and found a nearly empty Pepsi tray which he then unfolded and stuck on top of the fridge which didn't even cover the whole top... nevermind the floor, the cupboards, the counter tops, the stove, the water cooler...
I said no way and sent him out and to be honest I have no idea where he got the plastic sheets from in my neighbourhood because he was only gone 15 minutes.
I don't know why I expected things to be different this time...just because we hired a professional contractor...well I guess that means nothing.
It's funny how I just can't get used to things like this.
In kitty news, they're getting along really well, and my I think my kitten has the cleanest bum of any kitty anywhere because McFluffin practically follows her around licking her bum. It's a little wierd and I don't get it and it makes me a little uncomfortable but what do you do?
Next week she's going in to be fixed which I've been told will cut down on her horrible squawking. This kitten has the worst meow I've ever heard, especially at 6am every morning, when she figures it's time for us to get up, with her little face about an inch away from mine.
Since I've never had a female cat, ever, and McFluffin came to us fixed and my parents always got our family pets done either when I was too young to remember or with the last one my mom got him fixed when I was on holiday in England....so I don't know how to care for her or what's going to happen.
My questions are these I guess:
Will I need to make sure her wound is clean and not weeping on the furniture?
Do I need to keep McFluffin away from her?
Will the horrible squawking stop?
Can she go out on our patio bearing in mind that she likes to dust herself like a chinchilla?
Will she be in pain?
Will she calm down and stop trying to climb the walls?
I guess I'll figure it all out as I go!
9 comments:
not that I can really comment on she cats - I've also only ever had boys... but now adays its simple and easy I believe and you shouldn't have to do much - except of course get the camera ready for any funny movements as she comes out of the anastectic (spelling??) I have loads of giggles watching poor kittys wooble around...
Am sure it will all go well.. :)
sheesh- stupid "professionals" of oman. Will always blow my mind as well...don't EVER get used to it.
hello there, I have been blog-surfing and have read your last ones. One thing struck my attention about the last one [and won't comment on workers in Oman]: "He asked me if I had some newspaper, which I didn't because I took them to the recycling box"!!!!! WOWWWW, where do you recycle newspapers?
I realize that your blog is aptly named "Angry in Oman", but really is there is anthing you like about Oman, beside the tax free salary of course.....??!!
Thanks Gatvol.
Amber, I know!
Anon, you can recycle at the Crowne Plaza by the employees entrance, the ABA school and a few other locations dotted around town.
Anon, of course there is, I just also feel that I have more then my fair share of things that don't go right and so I write about them.
If things were all roses and sunshine my blog wouldn't exist or if it did who would read it?
Everything I write is fact, not fiction, (though sometimes I write opinion pieces).
Bad/sad/strange/inappropriate things that happen to me here all the time...take a good read if you've got the time, I'm sure you would be a little angry/upset/unhappy too from time to time.
How else am I supposed to cope?
Hey,
I dont know about cats but female dog was spayed and for females its a major surgery. Mainly since they are given general anesthesia and they are all stitched up.
For sush, she had to wear a cone for 2 weeks so she cant lick the stitched and get it infected. Also they are not allowed to run around for few days. You will have t be careful that she doesnt scratch her stitches and all.
Oh for goodness sake the second Anon, get a grip. Crappy experiences happen here everday and we all need to have a laugh together about them, to bond and confirm our shared experience. This is a terrific blog, hence you're bloody reading it and bothering to comment. Go get a life.
Angry, it's just lovely that MacFluffin loves the girl kitty and keeps her bum clean. Doesn't get better than that. Baby girl kitty will stop yowling in your face at 6am when she's about 2 or 3 years old and learns that food is coming whether she reminds you or not... Nothing to do when she comes home from vet, she'll be fine in a couple of hours, maybe even a little over excited 'cause she just had an amazing sleep. Buy as many little furry mice from the vet as you can afford and dole them out, one a day, until she grows up.. Sounds expensive, but not when you consider you'll get a lot more sleep in the morning....
Hi - don't worry about your kitty. There is a new way to spay kitties now through a very small incision in their side that heals quickly. (I can't remember if the few stitches dissolve, or have to be removed.) No more big operations underneath, like my little cat endured years ago.
@ Anonymous April 2, 2010 12:56 AM
Are you high on something, must be real bad, I just asked the woman a very civilized question, and she replied in a very polite civilized manner. So why don’t you go fly a hike and get a life yourself.
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