Never Again...

John and I have decided that we will Never Ever, and I mean NEVER EVER, have cats that need spaying.  

My balls must be here somewhere

Chivers recovered quickly from his neutering operation and was bouncing around the lounge just a couple of hours after we got back to Droushia.  Minnie however was a different kettle of fish altogether, she seemed to deteriorate when she got home to the point where she looked like someone had taken her batteries out as she was lifeless with her eyes rolled back into her head - we were very worried about her and John decided that he would sleep with her in the lounge and I went to bed.  This might seem a bit mean but 27 years of sleeping on a washing line in the name of Her Majesty means that John can sleep anywhere if push comes to shove and the conditions were probably a darn sight better than in the old grey funnel line.

Who shaved my bits??

I was conscious of John creeping into bed at about 2.00am this morning when he declared that he thought Minnie Mou was going to be ok because after a lot of her sleeping on him and then tentatively wandering around the lounge falling over and then crawling back, she had slept for about half on hour on his chest and then woken, stretched and looked him in the eye with clean clear vision for the first time since she had got home.  He decided she was ok to leave and as he was knackered he retired to the comfort of our bed.  Thank God he was right.

We woke early, surprise surprise, and shot across to the lounge just to make sure that Chivs and MM were ok and bless them they were.  They couldn't wait to go outside as we had shut the cat-flap last night and they were hungry but they are giving their biscuits a stiff ignoring in favour of the wet food we have been giving them as a treat - I think we may have made a rod for our own backs but at the moment we are just glad to see them eat and drink and use the cat litter as normal.

On the subject of cats, Irene brought a kitten round last night to temporarily house at Sharon and Sean's.  Irene had captured the kitten and had it spayed yesterday - it looked a damn site more with-it than Minnie.  

She has called her Molly and wants to find her a home.  She is a beautifully marked grey tabby cat but unfortunately she is just a bit too feral for us to consider - not that we really want a third cat but we would like to help Irene if we can.  John did say that had she been as friendly as Alfie (the cat that has adopted Nicky and Mark) then he would have considered giving her a home.

It was craft today and John dropped me off as he needed the car for jobs he wanted to do.  Unlike the last time I went, today there was quite a crowd assembled in Jeanette's house.  Irene was doing some Crotchet, Carol was making some Ascot hats for a Race Night and Chris, Annie and Pam were all doing some sort of knitting (I think).  Pam is going to alter the curtains I bought to fit the windows either side of the wood burner and she is pretty nifty on the old sewing machine so that is great.  Jeanette and I persevered with card making, Jeanette moaning all the while that card-making was not her forte - reminding me so much of Vix when we started out and look at the beautiful cards Vix makes now.  I kept reminding Jeanette of this when she looked like she was going to give up!

Annie and Irene were going to the gym in Droushia after craft so I was able to get a lift home without having to get John to down tools to come and get me.  He was pleased not to have to turn out as he had had an interrupted DIY day as the weather was absolutely pants today.  When it rains it bloody rains here and it bloody rained here this afternoon.  Within minutes things got quite flooded - everything is now so waterlogged that it only takes a little rain and everywhere is soaking.

The eyesore garage up the road between us and Sharon and Sean is finally being made smaller but what a day for the poor old Sri Lankan's to be working.  They are always good natured and stoic.  However bad the conditions might seem here they are probably considerably better than they have at home.  I don't know whether they celebrate Christmas normally but one of them was sporting a jaunty Santa hat!

The sun has finally broken through and we have been treated to a beautiful rainbow.  John and I have breathed a sigh of relief and cracked open a bottle of wine because the cats are well, the house is warm and we have had a lovely tea courtesy of Mum.  Dad seems to be on the mend (although Mum seems to be coming down with a cold).  Missie is none the worse for her escapade yesterday.  Laura has phoned for a chat and a catch-up on the gossip and it wont be too long before she is over and we can do it all face to face.  We may have another visitor in June if my friend Deb can get a flight.  Life for us may be simple but it is most definitely good.