Pregnant Kitty and Departing me

The cat that moved into our Mazar compound a while back and tamed our guards and myself has either been eating way too much in the past few weeks or has been hanging around some morally dubious places in questionable company, for her waist size has been multiplied by two lately and she looks like she has a football in her tummy. I would love nothing more than to adopt one of the kittens that will soon be born, however there's a teeny weeny problem: I'm leaving. Mazar. And Afghanistan. And the Group. While I may return to the former in a wee while, I doubt that will be the case for the latter, at least not for a very long time.

I already know what I'll be up to afterwards, though I'll keep the surprise for a while. Before any new job though, I'll have six weeks of holidays. Hehehe.

I'll keep you posted on all and until then, will carry on listening to happy music real loud and plan a goodbye do...