An Additional 1kg and a Shitload of Nonsense.

So i was having one of my random conversations with a mate of mine and some how we got on the topic of Blogs. Granting others a chance at digesting a slice of ones' past and dreams. And choosing a subject matter worthy of staining a readers' thoughts requires minimal efforts. The real challenge lies in the ability of enticing ones' readers to return. In other words, don't be a boring old fart!

An online community that continues to progress like the spread of a bad rash. Singles continue to communicate via the virtual world in hope that Love is in fact hiding behind the RETURN Key. A place where proclaimed attention seekers make an effort to lure strays by uploading head shots that differ slightly by a few degrees and change of clothing [or lack of in some cases].

Then there are those who use their online journal as a dump site for regurgitated emotions and current affairs. Sometimes hiding behind a name or character helps Honesty and Freedom to work its magic. Then there those who utilise their allocated space as a means of recording their on-going self therapy sessions. Returning often on a daily basis to dump their unhealthy amount of worries and merging them to create sentences.

And with the current explosion of blogs sprouting left, right and centre, the subject matters continue to grow. Perhaps i am unlucky when it comes to randomly choosing a link. As i find myself landing on sites that can easily be summarized in less than 5 words and posts that are as dry as ashy legs on a winter's night. But seriously, is it really necessary to include every animated .gif? And another thing, i don't understand the purpose of typing ones profile or worse, each post in both UpPeRcAsE and LOwErCaSe?

The theory "Quality over Quantity" seems to be replaced by brainless jargon that insists on taking centre stage. Another excuse to procrastinate and fill time. But then again, this post is a perfect example of wasted alphabets.

Anyway, what i really wanted to say has nothing to do with the above subject matter but never mind, let's move on.

Disappointed that i couldn't find a small enough collar for Smooks' anorexic neck, i'm slowly becoming accustomed to unexpected ankle attacks by my rocket launching kitten. A victim of various forms of ambush, my only means of defense is grabbing a plastic bag that's tied multiple times to form a ball. Then using it as a distraction so we can play 'fetch'. [Yes, my kitten has issues. I think he thinks he's a dog].

Numerous times i have witnessed his violent anti-collar protest. A dramatic showcase involving death rolls and body slamming. So intense that one would think he was being attacked by lethal hornets. But i do give the little tyke credit for his determination and as a result i find myself dashing over to free him.

I am happy to announce, a few hours ago Mercy was kind enough to raise her hand. Having kept a watchful eye over Satan's spawn's development and granting him a hefty kilogram over a period of a month. The obvious physical growth is noticed since his arse no longer fits snuggly on the star shaped pillow when he sleeps.

But i have chosen TODAY to celebrate his 4th month. And to mark the occasion have decided to haunt his every foot step by fastening the multi-coloured paw printed black collar that jingles whenever he does his voodoo shimmy. But more importantly, a warning siren that his presense is near and to stand guard.

So the added weight has prevented his rubberman limbs to slide through previously creating a body hugging sash fit for a Beauty Pageant. And yes i am thankful that his wicked display of acrobatic stunts is no longer used as a main ingredient in transforming the collar and bell into a feline S&M gagging head gear.