Twee Bweak

Enough with the ConDems already, dammit. Feh to the fate of the nation.

What the nation really, really needs now is stories about ikkle fwuffy kittens, awww. And by happy chance (and a bit of googling) one turned up just in time:

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A Sydney police officer’s turbo-charged patrol car was literally purring like a kitten after a tiny black cat became trapped underneath.

Now police are anxious to find the lucky kitten’s owner after its dramatic use of one of its nine lives.

The frightened moggy was found in the engine bay of the Ford XR6 Turbo, which had been used in an RBT patrol at Cartwright, in Sydney’s south-west on Friday morning.

Constable Tex Tannous said he almost hit the kitten when it ran in front of his highway patrol car on Cartwright Avenue about 11.30am (NZT).

The officer managed to brake in time and assumed the cat had run away after he couldn’t see it near the car.

He pulled over and found the kitten had scampered up into the undercarriage.

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The car – cat still on board – was taken to a nearby mechanic, who removed the front bumper and extracted the cat, who was unharmed except for a small scratch on her nose.

She is now being cared for by the Guildford Veterinary Hospital and is up for adoption.

More….

‘Be Off Oiks, Or I’ll Set The Wallabies On Yer!’

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I was very tempted to have titled this post Bouncing In The Borders. Or maybe Leaping in The Lupins, or Jumping On The Jasmine, or Hopping on The Hostas or Boinging in The Buddleia …. I could go on and on.

So I thought the The Times was remarkably restrained with the headline on its report that shire landowners are are increasingly choosing wallabies as pets:

Home-grown wallabies hop in to help gardeners keep their lawns trim

Thousands of miles from their native Outback the marsupials are replacing sheep, horses and geese in scores of country gardens and fields.

All prospective owners need to keep their lawns clipped are half an acre of land, a lot of grass and a large fence.

Oh, is that all. Let’s all get one! They’re pretty expensive though, in addition to the land requirement:

The wallabies cost £150 for a male and £600 to £700 for a female, while the sought-after albino wallabies fetch £1,000 for a female and about £500 for a male

Ah, so it’s posh people buying them then? Thought it might be.

On a waiting list for wallabies is Richard Sheepshanks, who lives at Rendlesham Hall, near Woodbridge, Suffolk. He has 10 acres of land.

“I have a wife, four children under the age of five, and we already have a menagerie with seven dogs, five sheep and four peacocks. I could use sheep to keep down the grass but they are messy and stupid,” he said.

He added: “We have a walled garden separated from the main house which has a 25-foot outer and 10-foot inner wall but it’s a bit wild and the grass needs keeping down.

That’s not a trend, it’s just J Random Posh Bloke who has an unusual pet. Typical Times puff piece. But who cares, wallabies are cute and not at all aggressive either. Just the opposite.

They would be useless as security guards, though. Mr Lay said: “They’d run a mile from a burglar or stranger. They are timid creatures and really harmless but adults will growl if their young are threatened. And they don’t like dogs.”

(They don’t like pigeons much either.)

It’s almost a shame they’re not aggressive – I do like the ridiculous mental picture of an irate, tweedy, posh bloke threatening to set the attack wallabies loose.

If they were, and wallaby ownership were an actual trend, then given the propensity of suburban landowner wannabes to ape the gentry, it wouldn’t be long before marsupial ownership percolated down the social scale from the shires to the stockbroker belt to aspirational Barratt home land and thence to the outer ring estates. Given the price of wallabies, before long pitbull-wallaby breeding farms’d pop up and we’d see drug dealers pimprolling along with snarling wallabies in studded collars bouncing threateningly by their sides. Or what if they escaped? Imagine hungry, feral wallabies attacking beloved domestic pets before bounding off into the dark.

Good job they’re herbivores, isn’t it?