evil cat went to see the vet

Evil cat went back to the vet. Dear heart had to confess that we were outwitted when it came to the urine sample, so they had to get a sample with a needle.

Evil cat is much better. We have to watch for dehydration, and also that she is losing weight, as then her eyes sink, the eyelids turn in and she gets an irritation. We caught it early enough and there is no damage to the eyes.

Her kidneys are not the kidneys of a young cat, but are excellent for her age. Which is elderly.

She is currently fully attached to a cushion positioned under the radiator.

Junk mail folder

I am trying to thing of what I have put my email address on lately. My junk mail folder had been slowly dwindling but now it is up to 82.

One of the most prolific entries is from Jessie who many times sends me her pics. I dread to think.

Evil cat has an adventure

I thought Friday night was peaceful. No sign of evil cat all night, and freedom to knit.

9am Saturday morning and there was a polite knock on the door. Nice Mr Next Door was bringing round evil cat. She had been out all night - I think from when I took the bin out around 9pm, and she had found him as soon as he came out of his house.

I did not think that she would have survived a night outside, but I suspect she found a place to snuggle - he was only mildly damp and very annoyed. However I shall be double checking at night now, just in case.

Broken guttering, with a lovely big puddle right next to the wall.

Sigh.

I need to speed up

Little bear was faster than me getting down the stairs to the kitchen.

I caught him licking the butter out of the tub. We need a fridge lock.

Why oh why

There is some deep, desperate compulsion to always double up a recipe. I can't help it - even if I am doing it for the first time.

Today I had my first (and probably last) attempt at Nigella's damp chocolate loaf cake. I doubled it up - one for us and one for dear heart at work.

I do not recommend trying to cream together 750g of dark muscavado sugar with 450g of butter, no matter how softened. I am insane to try.

I have decided that I will not do this again without proper equipment. This includes a dishwasher.

The doctor has prescribed Timodine, which I believe is a type of steroid to be rubbed on thrice daily.

Little bear has been looking pale - he is tired. He is also in his room, hysterical, because I wouldn't let him take a choking hazard upstairs with him. I really hope he naps soon.