The 15th of April.
Busy day! I am tired. I had to get up earlier than usual to make sure I was fully breakfasted and ready for the family who were coming to view Spike at half past ten. We decided it would be best if Mommy answered the door and I was already sat with Spike, so he was nice and calm when they came in, and I didn’t freak out the children with oxygen. The mum and older son came in, and Spike decided to hide to begin with, but he started to be a bit more forthcoming after a little while. He returned to his hiding place when we were joined by the rest of the family, but that’s only to be expected. After about an hour, he was out and happily playing so I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine. Just waiting now to hear when they want to pick him up!
Shaki came round briefly to drop off some paperwork and see Spike, and we had a chat about Cats Protection logistics. It is complicated.
I got some crochet done this afternoon, while Mommy was at Grandma’s and Daddy had gone to pick up Christine. I also got to watch one and a half episodes of the new season of iZombie which I didn’t know had started, so that was a pleasant surprise. Now the doily is finished, and Christine is home! Plus she has brought me loads of coffee, yum.
The 16th of April.
Happy chocolate day!
I have literally only just broken into my egg, although I only ate the medium sized bunny in the box, not the egg itself. I am fairly certain that my stomach just doesn’t stretch, so it is going to take me ages to eat the whole thing. For breakfast, I had one of the M&S toffee, fudge and chocolate hot cross buns with brownie butter and that kept me full up until lunchtime, which wasn’t until quarter to three. It wasn’t meant to be that late, but there were issues with the pastry in the tarte au citron we were having for pudding.
Grandma came for the day, and Becky and Alison came round to say thanks for looking after their respective cats and receive their Easter eggs. Spike was very antisocial and hid under the chair for most of the time they were here. Silly cat. I went to see him after lunch though, and he came and sat on me very happily, purring away. I don’t understand, but as long as I’m still his favourite, I don’t mind.
For all the time I was not eating, I have been crocheting a bear for Jenny’s baby. I’ve actually made the whole thing except the face, so I’ve been incredibly productive.
Two weeks down, one to go.