Maybe It's Not Such A Good Idea...

[mr_booboo]

So, last week, Wednesday to be precise, I get a phone call from the Cat Haven telling me that they may have found The Boo. All excited, I take an extended lunch and drive to the CH to have a look-see. D, the cat lady brings him out and automatically, I know it isn't The Boo.

Pretty sure I mentioned the Boo was a ginger tabby. With white paws and white belly. This cat? All ginger. No white. Pretty sure I also mentioned that Boo was a skinny little runt. And only 6 months old. This cat, he's a fatty and between 9 - 12 months. So yeah, could tell this is not my kitty-kat.

Still, he's adorable and loveable and all attention seeking. Got me at an extremely weak moment. So I hug him and play with him and hug him some more. Then D says: Well, you know, he's got the cat flu, so if we don't find his owner, we'll have to put him down.

What?!? I just spent the last 15 minutes bonding with this cat. I tell her that if the owner doesn't come, give me a call and I'll adopt him. The next day, I get the call. I have a brand spanking new cat. I pay for his medical bills etc... and B brings Oskar (that was what I decided to call him) home and look after him.

I'm pretty much in contact with B practically every day now.

Then she calls me this morning to tell me that Oskar is very sick and that she'd never seen a cat so sick and maybe we should put him down. I was a little reluctant but hey, if he's suffering and not getting better, maybe it's for the best.

We decide to let the vet have one last look at him and we'll make a decision tomorrow. It then occurs to her that I've paid a fortune and at the end of the day, come home catless. So she asks me if I'm interested in getting another cat.

I ask you? Would you trust me with the welfare of another cat??? One's gone missing and the other one is on his death bed because I hugged him! I don't think this is a good idea lady.

Anyway, on to other news.

Dad returned to Australia on Sunday bearing gifts. He was very proud of himself. It was quite a debacle, alas, he finally did something right. Last week, before he went to Vietnam, I asked him to buy me some perfume from Duty Free. Not trusting him, I gave him the perfume box. Except he forgot to put it away. At any rate, he calls on Tuesday to tell me this.

Dad: (In Vietnamese) I lost the perfume box. What was it called again?
Me: (In English) Givenchy. Very Irresistible.
Dad: What?
Me: Do you have a pen and paper? I'll spell it out for you.

At this point, I should let you all know that the last time I asked him to buy me perfume, he heard something else all together and just remembered that the perfume bottle was green and had a pink lid. As far as he was concerned, the perfume he finally got was close enough. It was green with a white lid. Let's just ignore the fact that the perfume was completely different. Still, it WAS a green perfume bottle. But, I digress...

Me: Do you have a pen and paper?
Dad: Huh?
Me: Pen and paper.
Dad: What?
Me: For God's sake man, you've only been out of the country for three days! Surely you can't possibly have forgotten how to speak english!
Dad: ???
Me: (In Vietnamese) Pen. Paper.
Dad: Oh, oh, hold on, let me go get some.
Me: Givenchy. G - I -V - E - N - C - H - Y. Very Irresistible.
Dad: What? Veyzistibel? That's not a word. Spell that.
Me: V - E - R - Y I - R - R - E...
Dad: Very? That's not a word. I've never heard of it. Use it in a sentence.

Now, I'm getting really agitated and almost hang up on him. I tell him not to worry. I'll send him an email.

Knowing my father, I decide to take it a step further. I find a picture on the internet and paste it to the email and send it off. Now, I should mention that my dad has a Yahoo account. Obviously, it would be very convenient for me to send him an email to his Yahoo account.

Not quite so Obvious. I get a call on Thursday. He's been sitting around waiting for my email.

Me: What do you mean? I sent it on Tuesday.
Dad: No, I've been checking your uncle's account and nothing.
Me: Did it ever occur to you to check *your* account?
Dad: Well I can't can I? I'm not at home.

Meanwhile, my mother has been waiting with baited breath for dad's emails, that he sends from my uncle's account to their yahoo account. It justs gets more ridiculous. She comes across the email I sent dad and tells me that she realised I accidently sent it to the wrong account, so she deleted it.

Now, I completely lose it.

Me: (Much shouting) IT'S A YAHOO ACCOUNT! YOU CAN ACCESS IT ANYWHERE!

The good news is, I did manage to resend the email. To my uncle's address because he still didn't get the concept of free international crappy spam filled accounts. After all that drama, he finally got me the perfume I want. And then he says:

Dad: I got you two bottles. It was expensive. Almost $92 a bottle. Luckily, it was buy one get the other one half price and you get a free bag. But I managed to get two bags instead.
Me: So really, it wasn't $92 a bottle then. It was only $69 a bottle.
Dad: No, it was $92 each, but you buy one and get one free.
Me: Yeah, $69 each.
Dad: No, I told you!
Me: Fine whatever. Thanks for the gift.
Dad: It's OK, you owe me $184 for the perfume.
Me: ?!?!?

Signing off,

Me.

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[zebra363.livejournal.com]

I nearly fell off my chair laughing at this!!