Flattened horses

This one comes a bit late. I have a back log of blog entries.. not feeling too guilty about it right now, but the thought does cross my mind now and then that 'oh I should really blog about this!'.

However, the number of times I am sure the giant computer in the sky has heard that (oops.. did I just imply God was a computer? Silly me!) is probably astronomical. Get it? Computers, astronomy? Nah.. neither did I :). Anyway... so I think most people are running around thinking 'oh I should really blog about that', and I'm no different. There is the sobering thought we are all just getting fat and lazy. There are quite a few people out there that manage to be quite diligent at keeping their blogs up to date.. but let me tell you something, MOST OF THEM ARE BORING! Yup.. perhaps my first (or second) controversial statement here. But the truth is, I can't stand reading some people's blogs, regardless of whether or not they are my friends. I feel slightly guilty saying that, and I most certainly won't divulge who the culprits are - but boy oh boy do they need to grow some imagination.

Then again, look at the drivel you find on my blog.

So, I suppose I should talk about flattened horses now or something, since I made that the title 'n all..

Katrin and I went to a friend's summer house (thanks Helgi ;) ) for a saturday night. In Iceland this entails a BBQ, beer, and sitting around in a hot tub. Every summer house in Iceland has them pretty much. There were some interesting rugs lying about...


Helgi said the above one was called.. hmm, well since I can't really remember, we'll just call him Bob.


And this one was Dolly ;). Apparently both of them had been so popular with the family that they were allowed to continue on as a foot rug and a wall hanging! Go Bob and Dolly, we will cherish you forever as we wipe our feet on the way to the toilet.

No more stolen cat

I just noticed that I had mentioned I lived with a stolen cat from the neighbourhood we live in. Well, that's a lie now.. because we had to give her back. Still, it looks funny in the profile so I'm gonna leave it there. Turns out that the cat belonged to a house a few doors up the street, and that the owner was looking after a kitten for a week or two - the cat got jealous, packed its things and moved out, right into our apartment.

I have to say it was one of the most persistent cats I've ever dealt with. Normally I take great joy from teasing cats, but I'm not sure I would want to mess with this one. To start with she's a black cat, and I don't want to cross her. She was quite precocious - after being thrown out of the house several times she seemed to instinctively know where all the windows were, and after giving me an extremely peculiar look each time (as only cats can do, and that quite plainly screamed 'don't mess with me'), she returned immediately. After throwing her out several times in a row we finally had to close all the windows..

We did let her in quite often though, she had a good temperament and was very social. But after we found out she had run away from home we decided to keep her shut out all the time in case she got too comfortable. The look she gave me when I threw her out for the last time was somewhere between the 'puss in boots' stare and the 'I'm going to claw you mofo!' range. I haven't seen her around the neighbourhood since, but I keep reassuring the other resident Kat that the other cat is fine and probably somewhere dining on better food than we do.

So, we have gone from this:















To just this one :)..




"waahhh!!! where did my cat go :("...