A Tale of Worms
I think I might just have managed to get the benefit vultures of my back for a few months at the very least! Whoooooooo!! After putting in another phone call to my personal advisor I finally managed to make her see that me comming in for an interview would be in the best interests of niether one of us, so she agreed to 'wave' my interview. I'm not exactly sure what this means, but I think it means that I wont have to deal with them for a good few months. I am so relieved that I'm no longer going to be harassed every couple of weeks, it feels like an enormous weight has gone and I can concentrate on my life and getting better. I think all this has taught me that perseverence (especially with the benefits people) sometimes really does pay off. I'm so glad I stuck to my guns and didn't go in and see her...I think it would have made things much worse if I had.
I think I remember telling you about my family's strange, water loving, just-about-everything-phobic kitten Tafffy (who's just managed to delete this entry I'm now re-typing). Well his bizzare antics have taken a new rather gross turn.
The other night we had a lot of rain. Me, mum and Steph were all sat in the lounge watching a film when Steph got up to go into the kitchen. There was an almighty shriek and when me and mum rushed into the kitchen it was to be confronted with a huge pile of mangled, blood covered worms. Niether mum or Steph wanting to have anything to do with the worms it was left up to me to pick them up and chuck them back outside. All evening we'd here the cat flap go and when we went into the kitchen there'd be yet more worms waiting for us. After mum and Steph had gone to bed I sat down to read a book, hoping that I'd just hurled the last pour worms (or was it just one severed into 3?) outside. Having finished the chapter of my book I set off to go to bed...only to find a bloody severed mass of worms on the hall carpet. Grabbing more tissue I picked up the 3 bits, only one of the bits decided to extricate itself from the tissue and onto my hand!!!!!!! I shrieked, waking up the whole house, dropped the worm bit in the kitchen sink and hurled the rest of it out the window. I have never been so grossed out, I don't think i'll ever be able to clean my hand enough. I think I must have picked up about 14 worms (or bit of the same worm) that night....gross!!!!!!!!!!!!
However this worm fetish of taffy's took an unexpected turn last night when the bits that he ate exploded out of him (literally) and coated my mum's bedroom carpet in cat diorreah! My mum was up late last night washing his bum and feet in the sink (which he enjoys), whilst my dad had the job of trying to clean the carpet (good job they are getting a new one tomorrow!!) The cat loo is a different story (we'd put it in mum and dad's bedroom, because they had friends over and he wont come downstairs when there are strange people in the house) that is spattered all over and has been resigned to the bin.
I do not expect that this will be the last time he brings worms in the house, though I hope it will be the last time Taffy eats them! EWWWWWW! He is a truly wierd creature!!
Here's Taffy playing in the sink and absolutely soaking wet!!!!!!!
This is just Taffy showing his strangeness!!! Incidently these are the roses I bought mum...he likes eating flowers!
