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The 4th of July.

The blanket is finished! It needs a bit of ironing because the edges are slightly puckered but I am very pleased with it.

I was on my own again today, as I wished. Family went to visit some sort of castle which is really not my vibe. I did the last bits of tidying up of the blanket, then for the rest of the day, I sat and read The Rabbit Hunter. It is another excellent piece of work by Lars Kepler, except for the excessive amount of focus on Saga’s black leather bodysuit and the gratuitous sex scene that had no bearing on the story whatsoever.

I feel slightly better today. We went out for dinner. I met a nice cat.

The 5th of July.

Another day, another book read.

I was woken up by men doing things with scaffolding exceptionally loudly at 8am. Thankfully that won’t be a problem tomorrow because I’ll be up before they arrive.

Not really sure where the morning went; I watched Victoria Derbyshire, got dressed, and started reading Stuart’s book, Don’t Be A Dick, Pete. Considering I’m going to visit the Wilder-Heritages next week, I thought I should have read it.

So this afternoon, the family went on a long walk to Thorpeness, and I stayed here and read. I was very happy with my decision because I was visited by another nice kitty! A different one to yesterday; this one was black with some grey hairs. I opened the door and he enjoyed lots of stroking, then he came in to have a look around (I had already closed the doors to anywhere else) and we had a lovely time. It was nice to pet a kitty who actually appreciated it.

Home tomorrow. Then liposuction day. I’m trying to quash the idea that it might not work.

The 24th of June.

I am a crocheting machine. Only of set of hexagons left to do!

And that’s taking into account the fact that I didn’t get started until this afternoon. This morning, I wrote up half a blog post, but I knew Amanda was coming to pick up some Cats Protection money between eleven and half past. I thought I’d better be dressed when she arrived, so I made sure of that before she got here. I still got the post up before she came anyway. We had a bit of a chat, but we no longer have any kittens so she didn’t stay too long.

After lunch, I did something very unlike me and actually watched the football? I know. Although I missed the end because I was making a coffee, but by that point it was 6-0 so I didn’t think I’d miss much. The tennis was very slow, so I spent the rest of the afternoon watching How to Train Your Dragon on Film 4 while I worked. I finished my last hexagon, then went to see if I could get Dolly to purr again. And I did! With less Dreamies, and for longer, too. But then back to jumpy. She’s a funny little thing. I’m hoping next time I can get the brush on her. Tidy up her floof.

The 25th of June.

Finished all the hexagons! Except not quite. I have basically sat and crocheted all day, and having got to the end, I laid them out on the floor to gauge the size. From this, I have decided that it requires another two more columns. That’ll take me a couple more days, then I have the joyous task of assembling it. Never done that before so it’ll be interesting.

I have got very little else to report. I was able to sort out the rearranging of my appointment with Mr. Kolli, once I’d got through to the right person. And I made a bit more progress with Dolly – I went into the back room and said hello, but didn’t actually show her my face (she was under the chair), just to see if she would come out for my voice and not Dreamies. She did! And I was able to approach and stroke her without bribery. I am beginning to feel positive about her homing potential.

The 27th of May.

This morning I found myself with my legs out of the duvet but covered by a blanket, part of that duvet over my middle, and my top thurd uncovered. Didn’t notice the thunderstorms at all but obviously I couldn’t sort out my body temperature.

While I watched Sunday Brunch, I wrote up a blog post, then I spent some time having a staring contest with Dolly. She has smelled my hand, but when I moved to touch her, she backed off. I don’t know how to make further progress with her. Maybe I’ll chuck a small pile of Dreamies on the floor and stealth-stroke her.

After lunch, I took a bunch of photos of my big, colourful cardigan, then I started on the next one, although that will only be one colour. It’s funny, I think the one I’m wearing could either be considered hideous, or be something you pay £90 for in some sort of boutique.

It has been stormy since mid-afternoon, and I am getting concerned about my bedroom ceiling. The man isn’t coming to fix it until Tuesday.

The 28th of May.

I am the best. I gave stroked the mommy cat! Very pleased with myself.

This morning, I was supposed to have a phone call with Gabby from Anthony Nolan to catch up, but I think when we scheduled it, neither of us realised it was Bank Holiday so of course she wasn’t in work to call me. Maybe she’ll try tomorrow. So, instead of talking to her, I sat and worked on the new cardigan while watching the news channel and the tennis. Cool.

After lunch, I went to see the kitties, and this is when we had our breakthrough. I got the Dreamies box out, and Dolly recognises the noise, so she came out from behind the chair. I started putting them on the floor for her, occasionally chucking away a kitten, and at one point she had her back to me so I just started stroking her back.

She flinched, but then she accepted it. I even scratched round her ear! There wasn’t any purring, but I feel like a champion. I gave her lots more Dreamies and told her what a good girl she was.

Today was World Blood Cancer Day. Soon it will be eleven years since I was diagnosed and every day is a gift. Although honestly, lately it feels like I’m just a day closer to dying.

The 23rd of May.
Knackered again. I would really like a coffee, but it’s too late now. And I have finished the bag of Jelly Babies that normally reside beside me so I can’t even get a sugar hit.
I spent my morning having my hair coloured at Black Sheep. Well, technically, the morning was just bleaching, while I read The Cutting Edge (the new Lincoln Rhyme book), then it was after noon when the colour was applied. I showed Sophie some pictures of the new kittens, and she loves Daphne. I don’t blame her; she is the most photogenic. The colours we have gone for this time are a slate base, then stripes in purple, green, slate and a pinky red.
When finished, we made a quick trip to Boots because I needed a new toothbrush. Showbiz. By the time we got home, it was gone 2pm and I was very hungry. I watched the penultimate episode of The Blacklist and if Samar doesn’t wake up I will be furious. Then I listened to The Naughty Step while I took a lot of selfies to document the new hair.
Finally, I sat with the kitties and watched some of Bates Motel. I’m ignoring the unrealistic depiction of the girl on oxygen. Dolly came out for a bit and we did some more looking at each other. I’ll make her like me.

The 24th of May.
Really looking forward to sleep tonight. I’ve had three coffees today but still, bedtime is going to be great. Might even have two Zopiclones. Fuck it, I want a big nap.
This morning, Selina and I finally had this coffee that we have been planning and postponing for months. It was very lovely! Really, we didn’t have long enough – we spent an hour recapping our past ten years, interspersed with odd Handsworth recollections, including the realisation that actually, Miss Mold and Miss Jackson had a beautiful, enduring friendship. So we’re going to do it again, and next time we can talk about current things.
Back at home, I had some lunch, then Mommy went to Grandma’s and I had to twiddle my thumbs until the Amazon man arrived with my hair paste – didn’t want to be in the middle of befriending a cat only to chuck them away when the doorbell rang. He appeared just after I had made a coffee which was excellent timing. Had that, then I got Daphne to sit on my lap for about five minutes of Bates Motel. I’m happy with that.

 

The 21st of May.

Had a Zopiclone last night because it took me so long to fall asleep the night before. Did it work? Absolutely the fuck not. Bleah.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I finished the collar and bottom edge of my cardigan before listening to the last Riverdale Register of the series. I think I’ll miss the podcast more than the show.

After lunch (pretzels! They were good) I was supposed to be having coffee with Selina, but she got stuck helping a friend with a visa application, so we’ve had to take a raincheck. Instead, I made one sleeve of the cardigan, which I have now decided I don’t like and I’m going to unravel it and change it.

I also put some work in with the kittens, and today all three of them got stroked and they purred, even though they seemed confused as to why they were doing it. As a bonus, I got to see Dolly! I put out lots of Dreamies near the back of the chair, and crouched down to show her my face. Then I went to sit on the bed and was doing something on my phone when I heard crunching. Turned around and there she was! We sat and looked at each other, then she went back under her chair but I feel like that’s progress.

The 22nd of May.

I touched the mommy cat! For about a second.

This morning, I finally sorted out the right sleeve of my cardigan, after several attempts last night. I didn’t like the pattern, and ended up writing my own. I suppose it’s never going to look like the picture when I’m using all of the colours I have at my disposal but still.

I found out the pretzels are not so good on the third day. Next experiment is to see how they defrost. I had decided to return to the gym today after my week off, and smh straight after lunch because I needed to be done early so Mommy could take Alison somewhere at four o’clock.

Everything seemed harder than usual, but I think that was due to the warmth rather than my week off. It meant I burnt more calories doing less work than usual and I got out before the deluge of youths.

When I got home, I did the left sleeve, then I went to see the kitties, which is when the almost-petting happened! I basically lured Dolly out from under the chair with Dreamies. She would get so far, then stop and sit and look at me, so I sat and looked at her, telling her how I am nice and we will be friends. She inched slowly forward, and she smelled my hand without running away. When she finally got close enough, I reached out to touch her, but once contact was made, she retreated to safety. However, only behind the chair, not underneath!

The 13th of May.

Trying so hard not to fall asleep. I stayed up to see the end of Eurovision because I wanted to see the recap, due to us missing the proper show while we were at Amanda’s birthday party. We ended up staying until ten, and both our voices had suffered this morning from having to shout over the sound system.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post while watching Sunday Brunch, then I got out my crochet and have worked on that all day. Grandma came for lunch, which was about half past one. Since then, I have been tired, but there hasn’t been an opportunity for me to go upstairs and lie down. Instead, I have endured Gillette Soccer Saturday because everyone else cares about football, and I have learned that the men who commentate are really a bit too enthusiastic. Or maybe it’s me; I just don’t give a fuck about any of the teams and the only person I fancy is Jurgen Klopp. And now we’ve got a programme on about the Chelsea Flower Show. I could leave the room, but I feel like that is rude because I only see Grandma when she comes here.

Really looking forward to going to bed. Kittens tomorrow!

The 14th of May.

Jesus Christ I am still tired. Maybe it’s just a build-up of Mach plus hospital appointments plus two late nights in a row? It just seems I flag at about four o’clock every day at the moment.

No kitties today. First of all, the mum cat has been given the name Dolly, so we had to come up with three D names for girl kittens. After consulting the internet, we decided on Dot, Daphne and Dusty. Shaki was going to bring them after they got registered at the vet this afternoon, but secondly, as Dolly is still not super friendly, Shaki will take them all for first vaccs etc in the morning, and we’ll get them later on, so we don’t have to fight to get her into a carrier for a few weeks.

My day has mainly consisted of tv and crochet. I’m cracking on through this jumper, and I’ve started season seven of Scandal. I feel very lazy when all I write about is how much tv I have watched but my energy levels are really low, even for me. Please don’t let this be a precursor to being ill.

 

The 29th of August. 

Another bad night! I really don’t know what’s happening, if it’s my body or my mind that is the problem. I just want it to stop. 

This morning, I did a blog post, and had started watching The Mist yesterday, so I put that back on. I got a couple of episodes watched (Mommy had taken Grandma for an appointment with her consultant) and painted my nails, which was fun when I dropped my phone down the side of the chair. I was able to retrieve it without getting nail varnish everywhere, thankfully. 

Mommy got back around lunchtime, so we ate some food, then I went to let the kittens run around while I watched the final few episodes of The Mist. I think I am getting somewhere with Henrietta – I keep giving her treat sticks and the occasional Dreamie and I am getting hissed at less. The Mist has a very unsatisfactory ending – no questions answered, harmful stereotypes reinforced, cliffhanger finale. Do I want another season? Just answers would be preferable, I think. Bah. 

New Bake Off tonight. I have a lot of conflicting feelings. 

The 30th of August. 

Jesus, my eyes have been really sore for the past two days. No reason, and not much I can really do to alleviate the pain. More eye drops don’t really help. Blargh. I at least had a marginally better sleep, but the dreams weren’t great. 

I’ve done too much crocheting again, so my fingers are tired. The doily is so big, it now takes over an hour to do a round and it only grows. Really hoping I manage to get to the end without running out of wool. 

This afternoon, we watched the Horizon programme about psychopaths, then I finished off a round of crochet before going upstairs to listen to some podcasts and give my eyes a rest. Back downstairs, I let the kittens out and watched an episode of Sense8. Henrietta is coming a bit closer to me now, although we thought we might have a setback last night after she got her claws stuck in a blanket and completely freaked out. We couldn’t help her without getting injured, so I had to get an oven glove so we could remove her paw from its trap. She was not happy. Thankfully, today she does not seem too traumatised. Hugo is still ridiculous, climbing up my leg, but if I look at him, he legs it. More bribery required.