Today was going to be one of those days; I just knew it.
For a start, I'd already agreed to join a group of workmates and form a Cricket team to take on a touring Old Boys team from England and Prague Cricket Club - who make up a decent proportion of the Czech National Team. Suffice it to say, I didn't hear a lot of Czech being spoken. These boys were expats and loved their cricket.
Our team was formed as a response to one of our Clients being the Captain of the old boys touring team, and, as you know, you never say know to the guy who pays the bills. We agreed on a little T20 round robin format and having watched the first game because all of our team - apart from the Qualified Umpire who did just that, umpired; had not played cricket at any serious or unserious level and worse still, three of them were Americans who thought they were coming to play 'the one like the NFL, not the one like Baseball'.
Anyway, we lost quite heavily despite my own glorious contribution which amounted to dressing as a wicketkeeper and shouting 'bowling Warney' after each wide or cover drive to the boundary.
The other teams took it a but seriously for my liking - I wasn't really a fan of some of the comments which were either supposed to be 'banter' or actually were 'banter', but 'cricket banter'. In short, absolutely terrible.
But I digress, of course.
On the way back from Ctělnice - which roughly translates as '12 miles past nowhere' and with quite a lot of sunburn, I received the following picture message, accompanied by the note 'pls don't be mad?'
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We are now cat owners. My better half had been to the flea market this morning, and, non-native as she is, thought that the idea was to bring back fleas. She found $nameless cat between two old food stalls near the flea market and covered in mud. Clearly the cat needed rescuing so she brought it home.
So far, so good....
The only thing is, dearest Blonde, that I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never had an adult cat, much less rescued a kitten.
So, cat owners of Blonde, I ask you:
What now?
So far we've bathed him and put Front Line on him, fed and watered but he won't let us clean his ears.
He also needs a name. Preferably unisex because we aren't 100% convinced he is boy cat yet. (Interesting fact: the German words for 'tomcat' and hangover are the same, if you're suffering from the night before you have a tomcat...I hope that doesn't ring true for us!)
He is class though - very purry, inquisitive and will be very fun. We were going to previously adopt a dog from the Shelters here, but that's quite hard to do if you're not Czech (they won't give to people they aren't convinced won't leave the cat here again later...) so now we have $nameless.
I think he will be awesome and will tell some stories as I go from 'man who can barely take care of himself' (my dad, sept 2015) to cat owner.
Your input would be amazingly appreciated.
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