The 16th & 17th; She’s so perverse.

April 18, 2016 — Leave a comment

The 16th of April. 

I have just done my nails with a very gloopy base and top coat and it looks most unsatisfactory. Will have to redo those in the morning. 

I’ll warn you now, this is going to be a pretty dull post. A very standard Saturday, except for the fact that it started with snow. As you do, in April. Yet for the rest of the day, it has looked lovely apart from an apparent hailstorm which I missed. My morning consisted of writing up a blog post, then reading the Weekend Guardian. Such excitement. 

This afternoon I was getting Monica to be my friend again. I essentially had to sit in the room with her and give her a lap to sit on when she wanted it  I also may have bribed her with a Dreamie or two. I think we’re pals again now. She let me look at the bits she’d been licking excessively and they look alright now. I have someone coming to view her tomorrow, fingers crossed that goes well. 

Last night I had a dream that her room was full of other cats, two dogs and a fox, and I had to get rid of them all by putting them through different windows. It was very stressful. 

The 17th of April. 

Nails are fixed. Although without base or top coat so don’t look particularly great. I’m sure this is just fascinating. 

Monica decided to be really unhelpful for most of the day. Something obviously stressed her out in the night so she’d had a huge go at a patch of skin and it didn’t look happy. However, she clearly didn’t want me to do anything about it, as every time I went near her, she would run off under the bed. This wasn’t great for when the couple who wanted to adopt her came round. 

She made a few appearances, but refused to be sociable. They could see her, but not touch. I had to show them pictures of her on my lap and things to prove that she is actually friendly. They have another cat so hopefully they will become chums, then if both humans are out, she won’t get too upset. They decided there and then that they want her, so they’re coming back for her on Wednesday. 

This afternoon, she’s been herself again, sitting in my lap, not over-grooming, behaving in a way that would have been ideal earlier. She’s so perverse.  

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