Going Hi Tech

Digital rewiring for the digital
age has sent our five flat block
into a baffling bureaucratic tangle.

Two of our five flats sent off letter
box forms to apply to connect to the
fibre network for fantastic ultra
fast broadband. They rent their
flats through property managers.

So: five flats three owners. Two of
us own one flat each. I live in mine.
She uses a property manager. The
third owner owns the other three
flats, uses two property managers.

The telecom company contracted out
their consents process to another
company who had to gather the
consents to install our neighbours’
fibre broadband. They sent out forms
to two others of us to consent to
the fibre network entering our
communal property.

I sent my forms in late last year
then recently received a cranky
email demanding I send them in. !?!

I spoke with my neighbours, emailed
a terse reply listing our flats’ owners
and property managers, was thanked
profusely for  the information !

Meanwhile new tenants moving into
the front flat asked their property manager
for fibre network. He contacted the owner.

Our installation starts next Tuesday.   !!!

Going Hi Tech

The Hunter

The ginger tabby and his black
housemate reside with Suzie and
Tom. The two grown up sons  have
moved out so the cats have their
undivided attention particularly
the ginger tabby after a fall off
the garage roof crippled his
back legs and tail.

The ginger tabby enjoys human
company, tolerates the care
needed by his injured spine.

Black cat, a hunter by instinct,
claws at hands touching him
against his will. He prowls the
neighbourhood far and wide,
through the bush stretching up
the hills behind his street, hunting
all prey – rats, mice, birds.

Black cat loves Suzie and Tom in
his staunch feline way, brings his
trophies home to the living room.
He stands proudly in front of them
gripping prey in his jaws, a tail
dangling out one side of his mouth,
a limp head hanging from the other.

He used to eat his rodents in the
living room but eventually heeded
Suzie’s cries of  “Urk !  Gross !”
Now he eats them outside.
In the laundry he eats his generously
supplied cat food – and probably
some of the ginger tabby’s food too.

He is a giant of a cat.

The Hunter