A new week begins. We are officially exhausted from looking after Charlie and later today we have a check up at the vets and we are hopeful that it will all be positive and that he will be able to go out. We are able to take him to Prodromi this afternoon which is a much shorter journey - it is just a shame that there is no resident vet there yet and there are no facilities for keeping animals there overnight hopefully this will come because it would be so much better for us not to have that awful long and winding journey down to the other clinic.
Charlie seems to be ok even though he has this strange quizzical look from the facial paralysis but it must have been better to have his face frozen with his eye wide open and his ear upright than the other way round and his mouth is working pretty well although we do get a a of mess now and again depending upon what he is consuming. If he is allowed out I will be on tenterhooks hoping that he will return and that he will use the catflap without hesitation so whatever happens at the vets this afternoon I do not envisage a good night's sleep tonight.
John took me to Art as we both wanted to go to the cemetery to see Dad's grave.
The chrysanthemum which my Aunt and Uncle bought is in need of some dead heading but is still flowering as is the gerbera - the star in all this is the osteospurmum which has flowered continuously since March.
In the spring, once the rains have finished we will be able to make his space more permanent. As we stood in the beautiful warm autumnal sunshine with the birds singing around us we agreed that this was a lovely spot for him and he has been here now for eight months, in some ways it feels like forever and in others it seems like yesterday. Christmas is going to be a challenge - we have spent Christmas with Mum and Dad for years and years and only missed doing so when John's work took priority. I am doing my best to try and think of ways to make it special for mum this year and I am very very grateful that today Sheila suggested that they would like to spend some time with Mum over the festive period and we agreed that she would be with them on Saturday 29th which just so happens to be Sheila's birthday (Klaus's is the following day!!) and so that was ideal. It will give John and I a chance to get ourselves square and ready for the New Year.
My current picture is for no-one in particular it is simply a challenge for me as it will test my skills with the different textures involved - basically this is a still life of Pomegranates with some other bits thrown in. The photograph I am working from doesn't show the other bits in detail so this week I had to improvise and put a rattan ball in the background and added a walnut shell to the side - this looked close to what might have been there! I am enjoying this and more than anything I have learned that I do not have to be faithful to the picture I am using as my inspiration and that I can use other images and incorporate them - this may cause me some issues with regard to shadows!
So the time to pack Charlie into the basket and take him down to Prodromi soon came round. He was pretty good really - he only cried because he didn't like being confined in the basket rather than crying in pain as he did previously. We have not used this clinic since it moved from opposite Bambos the butchers and when we walked in I thought I recognised the receptionist but didn't know where from and then I realised she used to be the receptionist at DandN vets on the Mesoghi Avenue down in Paphos. It was the male vet this afternoon - I think he is Russian - he looks about 18 and is very tall and very thin but also very nice with impeccable English. He was very pleased with Charlie's progress although he did explain that the paralysis may never completely resolve itself. We have accepted this because we are just so very grateful that he has survived the car accident relatively unscathed. He has to continue with his steroid tablets and the vet has suggested vitamin B tablets to help with the nerve damage but apart from that there is now nothing else we can do and so on our return he was allowed out. Having been desperate to go out now he was not so sure - he made his way to the top of Brammall Lane but then didn't feel quite so brave and came straight back in. Now we are worried that he wont go out to the toilet even though we have moved his litter box outside and he didn't seem overly keen to use the catflap either. There is a new Syrian family moving in to 3A and I think the noise coming from there probably just unnerved him which wasn't actually a bad thing. Eventually he went over the wall but returned soon afterwards so that was reassuring. Less reassuring was the fact that there was no sign of Boo when we went to bed and with so much going on out in the estate we worried he had been shut in somewhere or frightened. Normally he wanders off in the evening and comes back before midnight but not tonight. I have to admit I was up at 3.00am and he was still not home so I got dressed and went out looking for him. There was no sign the first time I went out but on the second I though I could here him in the distance and sure enough he eventually pitched up and came to bed with me snuggled up behind my knees. At that point all four cats were in and I could relax at last.
Charlie seems to be ok even though he has this strange quizzical look from the facial paralysis but it must have been better to have his face frozen with his eye wide open and his ear upright than the other way round and his mouth is working pretty well although we do get a a of mess now and again depending upon what he is consuming. If he is allowed out I will be on tenterhooks hoping that he will return and that he will use the catflap without hesitation so whatever happens at the vets this afternoon I do not envisage a good night's sleep tonight.
John took me to Art as we both wanted to go to the cemetery to see Dad's grave.The chrysanthemum which my Aunt and Uncle bought is in need of some dead heading but is still flowering as is the gerbera - the star in all this is the osteospurmum which has flowered continuously since March.
In the spring, once the rains have finished we will be able to make his space more permanent. As we stood in the beautiful warm autumnal sunshine with the birds singing around us we agreed that this was a lovely spot for him and he has been here now for eight months, in some ways it feels like forever and in others it seems like yesterday. Christmas is going to be a challenge - we have spent Christmas with Mum and Dad for years and years and only missed doing so when John's work took priority. I am doing my best to try and think of ways to make it special for mum this year and I am very very grateful that today Sheila suggested that they would like to spend some time with Mum over the festive period and we agreed that she would be with them on Saturday 29th which just so happens to be Sheila's birthday (Klaus's is the following day!!) and so that was ideal. It will give John and I a chance to get ourselves square and ready for the New Year.
My current picture is for no-one in particular it is simply a challenge for me as it will test my skills with the different textures involved - basically this is a still life of Pomegranates with some other bits thrown in. The photograph I am working from doesn't show the other bits in detail so this week I had to improvise and put a rattan ball in the background and added a walnut shell to the side - this looked close to what might have been there! I am enjoying this and more than anything I have learned that I do not have to be faithful to the picture I am using as my inspiration and that I can use other images and incorporate them - this may cause me some issues with regard to shadows!
So the time to pack Charlie into the basket and take him down to Prodromi soon came round. He was pretty good really - he only cried because he didn't like being confined in the basket rather than crying in pain as he did previously. We have not used this clinic since it moved from opposite Bambos the butchers and when we walked in I thought I recognised the receptionist but didn't know where from and then I realised she used to be the receptionist at DandN vets on the Mesoghi Avenue down in Paphos. It was the male vet this afternoon - I think he is Russian - he looks about 18 and is very tall and very thin but also very nice with impeccable English. He was very pleased with Charlie's progress although he did explain that the paralysis may never completely resolve itself. We have accepted this because we are just so very grateful that he has survived the car accident relatively unscathed. He has to continue with his steroid tablets and the vet has suggested vitamin B tablets to help with the nerve damage but apart from that there is now nothing else we can do and so on our return he was allowed out. Having been desperate to go out now he was not so sure - he made his way to the top of Brammall Lane but then didn't feel quite so brave and came straight back in. Now we are worried that he wont go out to the toilet even though we have moved his litter box outside and he didn't seem overly keen to use the catflap either. There is a new Syrian family moving in to 3A and I think the noise coming from there probably just unnerved him which wasn't actually a bad thing. Eventually he went over the wall but returned soon afterwards so that was reassuring. Less reassuring was the fact that there was no sign of Boo when we went to bed and with so much going on out in the estate we worried he had been shut in somewhere or frightened. Normally he wanders off in the evening and comes back before midnight but not tonight. I have to admit I was up at 3.00am and he was still not home so I got dressed and went out looking for him. There was no sign the first time I went out but on the second I though I could here him in the distance and sure enough he eventually pitched up and came to bed with me snuggled up behind my knees. At that point all four cats were in and I could relax at last.
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