Thomas is obsessed with band aids and medicine. He actually wants to be sick or injured. I blame it on the characters on the band aids (these ones are Sesame Street but we also have Elmo, Diego and a few precious Wiggles band aids left over from our trip to Australia. Mum – send some more please…) and the flavouring in the kid’s medicine. I remember the days when we were handed a spoon with an asprin crumbled up in some jam. Now the medicine is all cherry flavoured.

How old did I just sound?

This little guy (or girl?) arrived in our neighbourhood this week. I assume it’s the result of all that caterwailling I hear at night between the stray cats that roam the streets around here. Her mother is a familiar stray and we assume the father to be the feral cat that likes to spray our car (ewww). The little girl holding the kitten is our new neighbour and she has quickly become a surrogate owner. I think it’s cute that the cat and the little girl have the same colour hair. Sadly her brother’s allergies mean this cat is destined to roam the streets like her parents. Good thing the people across the street feed them regularly.

Cute though, isn’t she?