I’m sorry

This post is very brief. 

Sadly, Mr.B is very unwell. He was diagnosed with a heart murmur in 2006 and his condition has been deteriorating gradually ever since. However, his illness got much worse all the sudden since I returned from Sheffield. He is reluctant to walk and lying down most of the time. I am very upset to see how sick he is. He has been seen by the vet twice and they adjusted the amount of his medications. Will I get my usual Mr.B back ever? I don’t know. I am just very sad to see him wasting away like this. Even though, he will never outlive me but he is still only 11 years old. If he didn’t have the illness, I could have stayed with him much longer. There are so many things I want to do with him which I haven’t done yet.

He is not gone yet and I don’t want to let him go ever. Please someone/something, please give me strength so I can look after him the way I want to…

Hosing down Mr.B

The time had come to give a good wash to Mr.B. ‘You might not care about your appearance but I do!’ I scooped him up in my arm and marched to the shower room.

Mr.B shaking with trepidation…

‘Please tell me this is not happening!!’

Ever since he was a puppy, he was washed by me at home. I took him to a groomer once when he was very young and I didn’t like the way they kept him with large-sized dogs. Even though he was in a pen on his own, he looked petrified. 

Hosing down was followed by a vigorous rubbing down by a towel…

He looked a bit dazed, didn’t he? Bless him.

After transforming from soaking wet to just damp, he was allowed to be loose in the living room. He did his usual post-bath ritual, running around like a lunatic followed by rubbing his body against a sofa like a mini-bulldozer. Then eventually, he settled down in his dog bed  and mulled over what happened to him…

Behold his angry stare…

He was very pi**ed off with me for a while…

I’m not talking to you. I am not your friend today.

Oh dear…

Once being given a blow-dry which he secretly enjoyed, he seemed to have mellowed a little. Phew!

It wasn’t too bad, was it, Mr.B?

I’m so happy that you are back to your handsome self again…

His fur recovered normal fluffiness and smelt gorgeous.

I’m sure you will appreciate about me bathing you, Mr.B…

He looks like a raccoon, don’t you think?

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Bye Bye Strawberry HQ…

Finally, we admitted that the Mr.B’s primal seat, aka the Strawberry HQ, had had its day. It had been a part of the landscape in our flat for more than nine years, and therefore, it would be hard to imagine a life without it but the ‘strawberry’ definitely passed its sold by date. The sights of Mr.B in there, mingling with his toys, poking his head out in order to suss out what we were up to and also evicting his roommates at whim, delighted us everyday. He just looked mega-cute in his giant strawberry.
However, the way Mr.B leaned and snuggled up against the interior wall for countless times took a heavy toll on the den. The structure was warped and the top of the strawberry started to dip, resembling a rotten fruit…

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Gradually, the entrance became more like a slit as the whole thing started to droop forward and it made very awkward for Mr.B to pass through. ‘We’ve got to get him an alternative’, Hubbie and I nodded as we saw him clambering into the nest with an effort.
We also wanted a new HQ’s design to be a easier one for us to pluck Mr.B when he was not in a very co-operative mood.

Voilà, a new HQ for Mr.B…

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A wide opening allows Mr.B a panoramic view as well as the sill provides a perfect place for his chin to rest. And most importantly, the design gives us a much easier access to Mr.B physically!

‘You took a large slice of my independence as well as my roof!’

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Our little plot aside, he seems to be satisfied with a new pad and that is what it all matters…

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Troubles Before Nöel…

The time just before Christmas is the best described as “chaotic” and any unexpected mishaps during this certain time of the year make one’s stomach more acidic than usual.

Firstly, my Philippe Starck loo broke down. It was Hubbie’s favourite seat in our walk-in shower room which is now disabled until our plumber finds a spare time in January.
The water has stopped filling the tank but it trickles down the bowl incessantly. So I have employed a chopstick as a wedge. A sad sight, indeed…

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Then, my left eye started to go wrong.
In the lower eyelid, I felt very uncomfortable – prickly, light sensitive, stingy, teary and sticky. The symptom has been going on for a good few days, and with no sign of improvement, it starts to worry me. Do I have to suffer like this during the holiday? I have so many DVDs to go through! What am I gonna do???
Fortunately, London’s best known eye hospital, Moorfields Eye Hospital, was a few minutes walk from my flat and I decided to pay a visit to their A&E.
After being examined by two specialist nurses and waiting for three hours, a doctor diagnosed my left eyelid’s infection and handed me a care instruction and a copy of prescription. Phew! I was worried if they were to say ‘Stop crying wolf and go home!’…

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Then, another mishap ensued.
Hubbie claimed that he seemed to have misplaced his iPhone somewhere, either his office or home, since last evening and it was still missing. ‘Oh sh*t! What am I gonna do?!’ His gaze was suspended in mid-air, jogging his memory.
We practically emptied his bag upside down and shook it more than three times, searched all pockets on his jackets, crawled around the floor of our car and peeled every pile of papers on his desk at home. Disappointingly, the search bore no fruit, so we drove to his office and resumed our search there. The result was just the same. We found no phone. So we came home feeling dejected. Hubbie said he was going to give one final sweeping inside the car before reporting about his missing phone to his network provider. I wished him the best of luck as he walked out of the door but he returned promptly, saying that he forgot a car key. Then, I heard him stopped dead on the spot, ‘I found it! I found the phone!!’ The phone was on his desk chair all the time, being hidden under the cushion. It must have slid out of his jeans pocket when he plonked himself down the night before. Oh dear…

Mr.B did not participate in our search party, by the way…

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He said he was just a lap dog, not a sniffer dog nor a retriever.
Do you think it’s a good idea that you give a cold shoulder to a Santa’s help before Christmas Eve?…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

iPhone 6, At Last…

As large as a piece of Ryvita! That was my first impression when a new iPhone 6 tumbled out of the box.
First of all, let me give a piece of advise to anyone who is about to open the package with an iPhone in it. Be extra careful when you are unpacking. Because the protective film on the handset is sticky and therefore the phone maybe stuck to the ceiling inside, instead of resting on a plastic tray. When I prised mine open – the casing was annoyingly snug – a handset fell out like a jumping jack and landed on the table top rather heavily. And It gave me a hell of a shock. I laughed at that Aussie guy who became a bit of joke by dropping his iPhone in front of the awaiting TV crew at the Apple Store in Perth but never imagined I could share the same near tragic predicament! So remember to open yours over some soft surfaces, such as a cushion or a rug, never never on a pavement…

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In spite of being much larger than my old iPhone (4S,that is), the handset feels good in my relatively small hands. The devise is thinner and all the edges are tapered and therefore feels pleasant to grasp…

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Now, about a controversial iOS 8. We’ve heard a lot of bad reviews about 8.01. Regrettably, the 8.02 is no good either. My phone no longer recognises my finger tip ID and the wifi reception can be a bit wobbly time to time. I hope Apple will sort out the glitches pretty soon…

Mr.B is just happy with his rib treat…

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He doesn’t see what is all the fuss about human gadgets. He think it’s much ado about nothing…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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