Our Labour of Love.

Counting down – another week and we’re heading back to Singers just for a 48hours spin to bring Tigros and Trixie back with us.

That would be – finally – the last of the lot of suitcases, boxes, husband, animal that we’re shipping over to China. I hadn’t quite considered our lives in China beginning until we’d gotten all of these over. So finally, we’re nearing the final lap.

I was just reflecting on the last couple of months since I came back from Deb’s wedding in Bali. 7th June till today – it’s been 3months and the craziness hasn’t quite ended.

But weighing up all the errands we made, the masking tapes we bought, boxes we stole, black bags we tore (from hauling), cheques we signed, ‘presents’ we gave (you know who you are… :p), – none of them compare to the amount of pain and sweat we’ve gone through to bring these munchkins over.

I still cannot recommend what the best option is because I don’t know the outcome of next week when the cats actually come on board with us, but we’ll see…

Meanwhile, I heard that one of them was up to no good:

While popping by to feed the cats, my sis found an evidence in the form of a string of cuttlefish floating in their water bowl. But the bag was still nicely tied up in a rubber band!

Who let the cuttlefish out? Clue: One of them had cuttlefish breath.