Tired, but 'appy
Have a night off from work, am making soup for my loveband, have stuffed my self with goodies after managing both a hair cut (just a trim - nothing radical) and a double wife-pannier shop at Asda. Aslo talked to two friends on Facebook tonight - one of whom is poorly sick with open wound which requires daily visits from a (genuine) nurse and the other is home with her new baby until her maternity leave ends and she is forced back into the world of work and intelligent adult conversation.
My cat has been scampering around the house in crazed kitten fashion (amazing since Bods is now 16 years old) I think, simply because he is not overly used to my presence here much in the last two months. I feel a little guilty, then remember his new '2 meals for one' deal - he demands food whenever either of us come into the house now - even if we just popped to the corner shop and have been gone approximately 3 minutes. I'm not sure if its a sign of 'Catsheimers' or if he just thinks 'its worth a try' each time. So he often receives breakfast at 5 am and 7am, evening meal at 4pm plus 8pm and occasionally supper (but that is sometimes in an effort to stave off the 5am feed on a day when neither of us is due to get up that early - often to no effect, meaning that I am pawed awake by a purring mass standing on my chest poking pointy bits in my eyelids and pulling my hair - yes we could lock him out, but I hate the sound of paint being peeled off the bedroom door during the night).
In fact the 'Animal Alarm' did me a service this week, as I'd fallen into bed (possibly on) Tuesday night, dog tired and unthinkingly forgot to set the electronic alarm. My 'AA' serves as a sound reminder (see what I did there - 'sound'? I'm quite awake tonight - must be those anti-flu tablets that contain more caffeine than I've had for a whole 5 years in each capsule!) that laziness and tardiness are not to be tolerated, least of all in others, and that meal times should be both regular and frequent to maintain good health.
Hear, hear - I fully agree - as I struggle to find time to feed myself, buy food or plan meals at the moment. Of course, after he's eaten his fill my dear fat, fluffy, moulting, ginger boy promptly falls asleep, usually wherever one of us has left a tempting piece of clothing (preferably in a contrasting colour) and snores (yes he snores) as if to emphasize the fact that we are now unwillingly awake, if not exactly ready for the day.
I love him to bits, but I do sometimes believe he is the 'owner' and I merely exist to do his bidding. Perhaps he is the incarnation of some Buddha or a saint, teaching me to live for the basic joys of life. If so, I think I missed the lesson.
My cat has been scampering around the house in crazed kitten fashion (amazing since Bods is now 16 years old) I think, simply because he is not overly used to my presence here much in the last two months. I feel a little guilty, then remember his new '2 meals for one' deal - he demands food whenever either of us come into the house now - even if we just popped to the corner shop and have been gone approximately 3 minutes. I'm not sure if its a sign of 'Catsheimers' or if he just thinks 'its worth a try' each time. So he often receives breakfast at 5 am and 7am, evening meal at 4pm plus 8pm and occasionally supper (but that is sometimes in an effort to stave off the 5am feed on a day when neither of us is due to get up that early - often to no effect, meaning that I am pawed awake by a purring mass standing on my chest poking pointy bits in my eyelids and pulling my hair - yes we could lock him out, but I hate the sound of paint being peeled off the bedroom door during the night).
In fact the 'Animal Alarm' did me a service this week, as I'd fallen into bed (possibly on) Tuesday night, dog tired and unthinkingly forgot to set the electronic alarm. My 'AA' serves as a sound reminder (see what I did there - 'sound'? I'm quite awake tonight - must be those anti-flu tablets that contain more caffeine than I've had for a whole 5 years in each capsule!) that laziness and tardiness are not to be tolerated, least of all in others, and that meal times should be both regular and frequent to maintain good health.
Hear, hear - I fully agree - as I struggle to find time to feed myself, buy food or plan meals at the moment. Of course, after he's eaten his fill my dear fat, fluffy, moulting, ginger boy promptly falls asleep, usually wherever one of us has left a tempting piece of clothing (preferably in a contrasting colour) and snores (yes he snores) as if to emphasize the fact that we are now unwillingly awake, if not exactly ready for the day.
I love him to bits, but I do sometimes believe he is the 'owner' and I merely exist to do his bidding. Perhaps he is the incarnation of some Buddha or a saint, teaching me to live for the basic joys of life. If so, I think I missed the lesson.