Evil cat is not well

Lesley - evil cat has a better social life, a better diet and a better attitude to life than I will ever have, lol!

Actually yesterday I didn't give her the painkillers. Partly because evil cat had started singing a full opera around 6am and I didn't want to wake little bear sorting it out and partly to give her kidneys a rest. Yesterday afternoon evil cat jumped down from the desk, cried and was sick. I rang the vet.

We had a telephone conversation. Evil cat has been off her food a little, has been a little bit grumpier, a little bit less social. Cats notoriously hide when they are poorly, so I never know whether evil cat is actually poorly or it is over-anxious-owner syndrome (again).

So we are risking evil cat's kidneys and upping the dose of painkiller, and I have just purchased a very small amount of prawns at a very large price to try and tempt her this afternoon. Only a few weeks ago she was eating three or four pouches of food at a time. Today she hasn't even eaten half of her first pouch. She also is a bit unimpressed by the value crab sticks that I put down for her.

I have also noticed that she is struggling a little on the stairs. She likes to sleep in the very warm top room, and she is very happy to nap in the dining room near her food, water and (at a suitable distance) her litter tray. There are three sets of stairs between them.

A few months ago I was looking over my blog and I realised that I had been worrying about evil cat's health since 2008. I am hoping this is just another blip, and that I can continue to worry and fuss and coax the old battle axe. Hopefully she will start really picking up with the warmer weather.

Visitors

I was chatting to Mrs Nice Next Door with my door open. It was sunny, so after my natter I slowly walked towards my own front door.

Out sauntered Oscar, with the air of having favoured evil cat's 'pad' with an inspection. I sighed but wasn't entirely surprised, Oscar has made himself at home before. However Roxy then shot out.

Roxy is the lady cat from next door who is as hard as nails and far tougher! I have no idea why she shot out as evil cat is certainly isn't up to throwing out undesirables (not that Roxy is undesirable - she is a tabby and white elegant and expert hunter who looks lovely). My money is on traces of little bear made the poor cat nervous.

It could be worse - no calling cards were left.

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep!

Little bear is upstairs now, at 5pm, starting his bedtime routine with OH. It is not a moment too soon, little bear is just about south of the middle of completely exhausted.

He has spent the day lolling around, brmmming his cars, watching (awful) tv and playing absent mindedly on the computer and being very firm that he is NOT TIRED. He is also incredibly pink of cheek.

Darling father is also not in a good way, very tired, and Liverpool lost to Arsenal, so not happy.

Early nights all round I think.

Still Pottering

I went with darling father to a dentist appointment. It is in an unfamiliar place to him (for now) but it is so easy to get to. So it was 45 minutes there (didn't need to change buses), a certain quantity of browsing and then 45 minutes back. Any minute now I will have to leap into action and make sandwiches for little bear on the bus as we go to the piano lesson.

Good news - I found some inexpensive washing baskets in the right size and bought two.

Bad news - the flyer from the book people arrived and I read it! I normally don't even unpack it but bin it straight away, but there are loads of things I would like. I have mentally clocked up around £100. I may manage to find the pennies for some books for little bear, but that's about it. It's not like he really needs books anyway. Sigh. And the Lakeland catalogue has come (but I haven't opened that).

I need to NOT SPEND MONEY!

Almost spring cleaning mood

Yesterday I didn't manage the cooker - I was having problems breathing walking downhill, so I put it down to a panic attack - due to evil cat trying to suffocate me in my sleep. That's enough to panic anyone!

So I ironed and ironed and ironed and ironed. I haven't finished anywhere near the amount I need to do, and there is a huge heap of clothes little bear has grown out of to sort, plus underneath the misplaced bedding (still no idea where to put it now we don't have an airing cupboard in darling father's room) we have a heap of paper work displaced when I lost my two, four drawer filing cabinets. I shall probably still be moaning about them when I'm seventy!

But - glass half full - I did loads! And I have put away a lot of it as well, the bits I have places for. And I have wiped my line and put a load of washing out to dry, plus I have sorted, and put washing on, and had a proper breakfast, and generally been proactive.

I have also spent an absolute fortune on Prices Candles, mainly for darling father, as Prices Candles are a lot nicer than Yankee Candles for me, and there were some interesting bargains at reduced prices. The reduced prices were actually v inexpensive as well, so good value for money. If you like scented candles I do recommend them! Prices Patent Candles

Of course, now my lady like parts are not co-operating, so glass half full I am going to get on with some knitting to try and clear some of back log of half finished items. And I can watch tv while I do it!

Sleeeeeeep!

Little bear needs more sleep. So we have a frantic rush to try and get him to bed early enough. Because little bear has not mastered the art of turning over and going back to sleep in the morning. When he wakes up he immediately gets out of bed, grabs Ratatouille, down the stairs, thud, thud, thud, flings open the door at the bottom of the stairs, main light on (I usually sit bolt upright in shock at this point), shuts the door at the bottom of the stairs with a crash and then slumps into his chair.

Poor little man, he looks like he is half asleep. He is definitely tired, big eyes with no focus, sprawling out with Ratatouille under his head like a cushion. But he won't go back to sleep! I usually give him his breakfast, and today he has eaten and is now lying on the sofa looking boneless and gazing blankly at the tv. He needs to be asleep - but he won't do it!

It is not the getting him to sleep that is the problem, its the getting him to stay asleep. At the moment all I can think of is waiting for his teenage years to kick in. Something has to give soon.

Mind you - glass half full - not only do I never need an alarm clock, but there is also no sign of chickenpox so far.

Glass half empty

Evil cat spent most of last night sleeping across my throat. Actually I am so well trained that when I sat up struggling to breathe I felt guilty when she crashed onto the floor.

Today I am really struggling to catch my breath. And I am cross about it. And the early night I managed to get - not only did I spend half my night gasping for breath and trying to evict evil cat who persisted in choosing my throat as the prime sleep spot, but little bear was up at 6.15am and I am tired.

I am convinced the breathing stuff is all in my mind, but I am seriously, seriously grumpy.

Mind you, in this sort of mood, if I can breathe, it is a really good time to deep clean the cooker. The cooker REALLY needs deep cleaning and a foul mood always helps me get on with housework. I shall report back later.

See, finding a glass half full