Timing is everything

We didn't go to the dentist this morning. Little bear had been feeling hot and cold all yesterday, he slept from 5pm yesterday to 7am today. It wasn't straight through - he required a few cuddles during the night, but I am calling it a chill - not serious, but he is not happy. Also there have been a few flakes of snow which make our local buses faint.

Tomorrow he is supposed to go on an outing. Saturday we are supposed to go and see darling uncle in the first time for ages and ages. This chill is almost as good timing as the chickenpox the day before his belated birthday party.

Glass half full - we have had some really lovely cuddles.

Little bear's day does not improve

We spent some time this afternoon sitting together, a few cuddles, watching tv and me watching him play a computer game (he insisted I watched).

While I was making tea he fell asleep. He was so deeply asleep that he didn't wake up when OH came in. He slept through tea and everything. He was grumbling in his sleep a little and so we gave him some calpol (he was red hot!) and he barely surfaced for that.

He will be up at 5am, no doubt, absolutely starving. However the dentist is off, and I am keeping a weather eye on him to see if he merits the doctor. I am verging towards flu, as he has a lot of those symptoms. I am also panicking about the possibility of all sorts of other things, but that is just being over anxious mum. He is tired, he is running a bit of a temperature and he is a little off his food.

I'm off to bed now, to see if I can get some rest before an intensive cuddle day. He has been getting better each day and fingers crossed he makes the day trip with the school out of hours club on Thursday as I have already paid a fortune for it.

Bad day for little bear

We trundled out of the house at 8am to get to the dentist. I had mistaken the day, we will have to go tomorrow. Then we trundled in a selection of buses to the softplay where we were supposed to meet little bear's girlfriend, but she couldn't make it due to an accident.

Little bear was devastated when I let him know I had had the bad news by text. He looked sort of Victorian with a stiff upper lip and a wounded expression in his eyes. He wandered around the soft play like a little ghost, then decided he wanted to come home after only an hour. In the past when he has gone on his own he has been fine. This time he was absolutely distracted, in a Romantic Poet sort of way.

We're going to write a get well card and with luck the star crossed pair can meet at softplay some other time.

Books, books, books, books, books....

Little bear has insisted that we count all his books. We have got to 350 and I am insisting on taking a break.

This does not include sticker books, colouring books and dot to dot books. However it does include all the tiny board books he has now outgrown. This is not a good thing. You see, it is now a lot harder to 'lose' some of the tiny ABC board books as little bear will be keeping count.

I suspect it is on par with the vast quantities of soft toys that are all his favourite and are all scared without him. In other words, he is making sure that we throw out as little as possible. The house is going to sink.

I think there are about 150 more books to go. Not looking forward to them.

Little bear wants to clean up

I told little bear he couldn't invite his girlfriend (!) over as the house was too untidy. He is now on a mission, though a bit scattergun in his approach.

Although he is now watching that awful Ben 10 and being quiet. He is also muttering about an afternoon nap. I will just take whatever comes along. He is still so tired.

Little bear is tired

Little bear slept from 5pm to 7am - with some interludes. I had a very disturbed night. Especially as every time he seemed to turn over he would shout for me, then go straight back to sleep.

Lucky him!

He is quiet today, but a lot better than yesterday. Thank goodness it is the holidays, he does not have any obvious symptoms that would keep him off school, but the poor lad is exhausted! I am looking forward to an interesting school break.

Evil cat's health continues

Wean - evil cat is nearly 18. She was an urgent rescue to literally save her from being ripped apart and we got her at far too young to leave her mother, so I am impressed that she has marched on so long. Psycho cat hid pneumonia until it was too late, and malevolent cat hid a tumour (though I had been banging on about something being wrong to the vet for two months - it was always too late to operate). That is why I am watching evil cat like a hawk. She is still having fun thought - little bear has brought a plant home from school which is obviously cat food and darling father presented me with a gerbera which, after googling, I can sigh with relief because it isn't poisonous to cats. It has been tasted, approved, and is currently hidden in the bath. He brought home a cactus yesterday. Evil cat is thoughtful about that. I have no faith in her intellectual capacity so it is locked away in darling father's room.

I am watching evil cat like a hawk. We had a bit of a song from her at 5am, and I worry that it is because of pain. In a few weeks time we will be getting another routine visit from the vet, so I hope that will reassure me.

I am so glad your cat is racing round. It is amazing how a cat can bounce back. They really do live for the moment. Give them a tickle from me.