The cats are out of the bag and breeding

22 01 2015


kitsiFirst there were 6 now they’re 4. Just like cats everywhere they breed. I saw the mother come through the nursery a couple of months ago and thought I would put up with her if she kept the rat population down. Then a couple of weeks ago Kari’s dog Max started and incessant barking and there were the kittens. Apparently Max wanted to play but the mother was having none of it and was not slow with showing her displeasure when I got too close.

This morning the mother brought back some sort of prey through the greenhouse and ate it under one of the seedling racks. I don’t think it was a rat, more like a lizard. I don’t keep a cat for this reason – because they kill just about anything though this cat did at least eat her prey.

The mother will have to be caught and sterilized. It should be an interesting exercise as she looks half wild. As to the kittens, who knows. Kari thinks she’ll take one but they are not exactly friendly. We’ll see. I grabbed this photo of these kittens sitting on the coir blocks where they spend most of the day.

I AM the police!

28 04 2012

“Do you know someone with a forklift for hire?” I asked Herbert over the phone.

“Yes”, said Herbert, “I’ll get back to you with prices”.

He duly did and they weren’t cheap but the container of coir from India had come through from the port in Beira a lot quicker than I’d expected so I had no chance to shop around. I agreed and waited for the container to arrive which it did around 9 a.m. on Friday. By 10 a.m. there was still no sign of the forklift so I got back to Herbert who was as puzzled as I was. A bit of phoning around and we managed to contact the forklift driver but then lost the signal. I started to wonder if they were lost, it doesn’t take THAT long to get out from the industrial sites. By 11 I was distinctly annoyed and wondering if there was an alternative way to offload the container. I got another phone number off Herbert and managed to contact the driver’s assistant. They were some 2km down the road so would be here shortly. It was a noisy phone call with what sounded like a very noisy gearbox in the background. It really didn’t sound good. 10 minutes later they were still not in sight. I wondered about the gearbox sound and then the penny dropped; they were driving the forklift on the road – I’ve heard them and they make that sort of sound. I couldn’t believe it but shortly a small blue forklift appeared on the road to the nursery. They really had driven across town in a forklift!

The offloading process soon started and it became clear they were ill-equipped to get 1 tonne pallets of coir out of the back of a container on a big truck. I was asked if I could find a trolley jack that could fit under a pallet. An hour later I had to give up – they were all too big. I decided to let my blood pressure drop and went off to have lunch. I got back and they’d refined the system a little and were making better progress so were finished by 3 p.m. I paid the assistant and turned to the driver.

“You are going to be back in town in peak traffic on a Friday afternoon”.

“It’s not a problem” he replied, unfazed.

“But what about the police roadblocks?” I asked.

“I AM the police” he said, getting onto the driver’s seat, “so they just let me through”.