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Florence Nightingale

Although a nightingale would have a very short life span in this house!!! ( friend or potential snack!)

Poor Little Muppin has been off to the vet for de-sexing, micro-chipping and tattooing. She is feeling a bit poorly which is evident by the fact that she is zipped into her cat prison without complaining. I have added a comfy towel and a heat pad so she is quite happy. She likes to be where she can see someone though.

Her appetite is back, much to Cleo’s disgust...not as many left-overs to steal.

Thanks to Aunty2Paw for taking her and bringing her back from the vet. I don't like hospitals...animal or human.

So I am having a couple of days inside. Even as I type that I am laughing. I have basically spent 2 weeks inside. I have been out for the occasional lunch, shop or visit but this certainly isn't the first 2 days I have stayed in and pottered about.

I haven't got a picture of her scar...aren't you happy.

I see there is a "healthy at work" campaign starting in schools. They asked for suggestions...you have no idea how much restraint it took for me not to send suggestions. Bloody cheek. As if work doesn't interfere in my life enough now I am to be bombarded with hints, tips, suggestions and "opportunities" to be a fitter healthier me. Me...the person with about 9 weeks accumulated sick leave.....I am hardly ever off work. When I am not doing my job properly because of my fitness or health levels than maybe they have a right to interfere...until then let's just leave it with the mildest comment I can make about the whole idea...PISS OFF.

 

 

 

Maths For All Seasons.

It is cold (and ashy apparently) here in the southern state . It has been brought home to me some what volubly at 3 and 4 am that it is really cold and…this is where the maths comes in…….

2 heated cat beds divided by 3 cats DOES NOT COMPUTE.

 They have been playing musical beds. If one got up for any reason the bed-less one would leapt into the warm bed and snuggle in. There would then be hissing in disgust, swiping with paws and the eviction of the smallest furry one. This results in someone licking my nose till I wake up enough , lift up the covers and let her lie on my arm being a heat parasite. If you can go back to sleep really fast, while she is rhythmically purring, it is sort of OK. If not - you are stuffed because once warm, and happy that you aren’t going to move, she goes to sleep and un-rhythmically snores and breathes on your face.

I hate that. So................

I bought another one.

Please excuse the rest of the picture......it is so sadly representative of my life...a bed full of cat toys, cats, remote controls and romance novels.

Pretty funny actually.