I'm feeling too lazy to write a proper post so here are my Facebook entries for the last two days.
Friday 3.10pm.
Friday 4.36pm
Time to feed the cats and after that it's off to Ferry Farm to hand over Mayhem the lively loveable young boy to his new owner.
Normal service will be resumed.
Tuesday 6.23pm
Moved Amy Farrah Fowler and Marcy May to our re-homing centre this
morning. Rizzoli, the ginger female I took in on Saturday, likes
sleeping next to me. And at 5.45pm I got a call from a local vets asking
if I could take in a friendly stray young cat. Let's see. Maisie's
kittens have moved in with Joanna, so I move Maisie in with the rest of
the cats, the new one can go in the conservatory. So that's where he is.
Wednesday 9.32am
Wednesday morning, it's six o'clock and I phone Susan to make sure she's
awake. She is. Next it's empty litter trays, feed cats, feed myself,
check email. That done I pick up Susan at seven and take her to the
Royal Hospital where she is going to have a knee replacement operation
today. I try to convince her that no-one has ever died from a knee
replacement op, fail miserably, give her a hug and go swimming.
Back
home for coffee and a cat-gnawed slice of stollen cake before getting
to grips with my new Miele vacuum cleaner which arrived yesterday. I
usually meet friends for coffee in Starbucks Wednesday mornings but I
have to stay in because I'm expecting several parcels including: a
replacement keyboard as this one has started being erratic, a new point
and click camera as my current one has stopped working, the new Peter
Hamilton doorstop SF novel (a smidgen over half price from Amazon), and
maybe another book and a couple of CDs from Amazon Marketplace sellers.
But right now the vacuum cleaner. And if I haven't heard from Susan by
teatime I'll give the hospital a call.
Wednesday 8.27pm
Went to see Susan after her knee replacement op to find her in good
spirits despite a drip in her arm and a machine pushing blood through
her legs. She admitted to a panic attack on the way into theatre but
kept on going with the help of a sedative. Hopefully she'll be out by
the weekend. She's in a small ward with three other ladies of a similar
age and is happy with the way things are going. So, good.
Thursday 10.47am.
Susan had a rough night, is now on morphine and very sleepy. The old
people's home where her mother resides was taken over by new management a
few months ago and very much to the benefit of its residents. They've
now been in contact wanting a cat for the place. I was going to take a
resident and staff member through to the re-homing centre when it
occurred to me I had the (hopefully) perfect candidate in my house in
the form of Rizzoli the two year old friendly ginger girl. I'll let you
know what happens.
Thursday 12.49pm
Rizzoli
now has a new home and a new role in life -making very elderly people
happy. She's going to be a house cat but it's in a very large house with
a lot of people available all the time to make a fuss of her. I think
it's going to work out fine but I'm still holding my breath as we've
never done this before.
Thursday, 7.00pm.
Had to pop up to Asda earlier to buy new pc speakers and an HDMI cable.
Why? Because one or more of my cats keeps chewing through bloody cables
-Ipod, Ipad, speakers, ear phones, landlines, HDMI, tv power cables,
Friday 10.00am.
Another
day, another cat. Didn't go swimming this morning, went to the parcels
office to pick a thick steampunk SF novel which couldn't fit through my
letterbox yesterday, and then I went to pick up a stray cat from not too
far away. Nice young woman who'd been feeding it (and who'd put it on
Facebook), has a couple of cats, but also pregnant and didn't want to
risk catching anything from a stray. The cat seems friendly and isn't
hissing at my cats -she's in the cage at the moment- and I'm taking her
to the vets at 10.30 for a checkup. She's had kittens not too long ago
but from the state of her they'll probably be at least three months old.
Here she is.
Friday 3.10pm.
Just got back from seeing Susan who, if not a barrel of laughs, was at
least up and about, albeit slowly and painfully, with the aid of a
walker and managing to get to the toilet unaided. She asked me to get
the phone numbers of two ladies she'd become friends with and who were
leaving today. While I was doing that and explaining my role in Animal
Krackers, the phone rang from someone at Washington asking me if I could
help with a possibly injured and possibly kitten. I'm going
tomorrow morning at 9 but I'm not promising anything. The new cat from
this morning, which I've named Bronia and which I didn't promise
anything either, is only a year old and I've booked her for spaying in a
week. By the time I'd finished speaking with the ladies, a friend of
Susan's had arrived making me surplus to requirements so I left and here
I am with coffee and chocolate biscuits.
Time to feed the cats and after that it's off to Ferry Farm to hand over Mayhem the lively loveable young boy to his new owner.
Normal service will be resumed.
