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To my own personal lolcat, Kira.
I got Kira when I was about 14, so she was around the 16 years old mark. Didn’t look a day over Kitten. She was off her food for a day or two, also off water, quite listless, and vomiting a lot.
Vet said kidney failure, and I could either pay lots of money to have her on drips and stuff for a few weeks, then maybe get a few more weeks from her, or have her put down.
Well, I guess you can tell what I went for.

So raise a cheezburger to Kira, and here’s to lulz wherever she’s licking her butt.

Fuck i hate having pets. It’s not fair.

Greetings, people! Sephy here!! :D Yes, I have momentarily wrested control of the blogginess from HWMBO…. mwahahahahah!!

The Melbourne run of SPAMALOT at Her Majesty’s Theatre finishes tonight. We have talked about going since it started, but haven’t quite got there, so we decided last night that we would catch the matinee today.

We drove into town and parked in our usual spot. Saw Nick Cave sauntering through the carpark. Sephylogic suggests that the underground carpark of the Melbourne Arts Centre should therefore be named the Nick Cave. Or something. :D

Continued on our merry way through the Arts Centre and out onto St Kilda Rd. Almost walked into a young lady who was bustling into the Arts Centre, obviously intent on her destination, and also almost walked into the young man rushing to keep up with her.
So. How is it, that in a city of almost 4 million people, we keep managing to run into Tany and Anfy????? She was obviously in a hurry… no doubt to see this Nick of the Underground Cave person… so we just laughed a lot (turns out it wasn’t them, Pre’s just crazy.) and headed on to breakfast (at World, Jeh. Fatty Boombah Breakfast – and many lattes after 90 minutes’ sleep – absolutely rules.) Note to self: anyone who comes to visit us in Melbourne needs to have breakfast with us at World. I did forget to have some of that freaky tea, though…

On to Her Maj, which is diagonally opposite Southbank and about a half hour brisk walk. The only tickets left were in the front row of the dress circle and Not Cheap. But they turned out to be worth every cent. Spamalot is completely hilarious, and the cast were superb. Without exaggeration. I’m a harsh critic, but not one note was fluffed nor one step out of place in the entire performance. And did I mention that it was freakin’ hilarious?

Wandered down to Y&J’s, had a beer at Chloe’s Bar (another Melbourne institution) and home. Pre, make with the posting of the trashy souvenirs…. :D

Love Sephy :D