As a child I had a pure white cat called Otis. He was named after the movie The Adventures of Milo and Otis, but quite oddly I choose the name of the dog from the movie instead of the cat. For the first few months we didn’t know Otis’s gender, so his name switched between “Mrs Otis” and “Mr Otis” until we finally realized he was a boy and just called him plain “Otis”.
I once bought a disposable camera and took some photos of Otis in trees; boy how he loved to climb. I recently found some of these photos cleaning up, and scanned them digital for keepsakes. Kitty loves the style of photography, I personally don’t really know what I was thinking.
Sadly, one morning Otis was asleep on the back tire of my Mum’s Honda Civic, and when she reversed out of the garage on her way to work, Otis was fatally injured. My brothers dug a hole in the backyard and buried Otis; I was too upset to see.
Whoa, what a week. I was on the Gold Coast last Thursday/Friday for a work conference, stayed in Noosa with Kitty on the weekend, flew to Sydney yesterday to be on Triple J’s Hack TV, then back to Brisbane (and work) this morning. I’m well buggered.
I hadn’t been to Noosa for a few years (I’d rather Byron) but some free accommodation at the Sheraton recently presented itself so we couldn’t resist. We couldn’t have asked for better weather, the sun was out and the sky clear. The ocean was beautifully calm and blue too. I did go swimming but it was a bit too cold.
On the way home we called at Eumundi for some P.Y.O. strawbs which were amazing. You pay by the kilo and they tell you to eat as you pick. We both haven’t had better strawbs; kitty was in heaven!