Dave and I went back to the vet this morning. Or, rather, Dave hid under the bed for an hour whilst I alternately coaxed and ignored her. I then forcibly stuffed her in the carrier; she has a remakably strong reverse gear, and only one hour and twenty minutes late we got to the vet. Sitting in her carrier in the waiting room she's perfectly happy, ( Read more... )

It came to pass that Dave really does not like wearing a post-operative collar. She thrashed, she wrangled, she twisted and contorted. But she was too stoned to work out how the hell to free herself of this infeline bondage. She tired, and almost slept sitting up. Then she remembered I make a perfectly comfortable bed, and tried sleeping on me. But ( Read more... )

Dave is home, unsteady on her feet, trying to break free of her collar and looking like she was dragged through a grater backwards ( Read more... )

Poor ickle Dave will have surgery tomorrow as the abscess hasn't cleared. She's now dosed up on pain killers again, and quite happy. Until I remove the food bowl in a couple of hours ( Read more... )

Paul - on again off again between 1987 - 1991, further snogging in 1996. Died July 2008, alcoholism ( Read more... )

I just got an email from the father of the last guy I "dated" (aka Trouble, 2007) saying that he didn't want to impose, but thought I'd like to know that he died on the 20th.

I'm not sure I feel anything at all.

We have been to the vet and Dave has been loaded up with injected antibiotics and painkillers. Apparently the painkillers will last at least 48 hours. Danny The Vet said she may be a little happier and more wide-eyed than usual.

I have the kitty equivalent of a tipsy teenager wandering the flat who really, really lurves me. With a touch of

And indeed Dave is showing all signs of having an abscess and we will be off to the vet this afternoon. She's almost back to her usual self, if seeming to stay indoors more than I'd expect. She has been using the litter tray instead of the big park behind my flat, the one I like to think of as Cat Toilet Green, and she's never too lazy to do poo in ( Read more... )

Dave is a bit broken. I got home around 11pm last night and fed them (the really expensive yummy wet food) Dave sniffed it and went back to my bed. I went in and patted her and she yelped when I got near her right thigh. Snuggled into bed with her and despite being out of sorts she insisted on sleeping on top of me, but growled every time I tried ( Read more... )

2000: Mum died, fled Old Country ( Read more... )